(KRYSTAL'S POV)
I set the last plate on the dining table and step back a little to admire it. Pancakes stacked soft and golden, slices of strawberries and blueberries on the side, syrup ready to go.
"Here you go," I say as I place the plate in front of Valentino.
He gives me an easy smile. "Thanks. It looks amazing."
"It tastes amazing too," I say, returning the smile.
I drizzle syrup for him and pour orange juice into his glass. I pour mine and take the seat across from him. For a few quiet minutes, all I hear is the soft scrape of cutlery and Val humming in approval at the food, which honestly feeds my ego more than it should.
Then my brain nudges me to ask the question that's been on my mind for the last hour.
"So…" I stab a piece of pancake. "Why did Angelo come to visit?"
Val sighs like I just poked an old bruise. "He's concerned about the tension between me and Raffaele." His fork hovers for a second. "He wants us to go out for dinner and patch things up."
