POV: You walk back into the dining room after the mafia boss just ruined your composure upstairs. Your lipstick’s gone, your hair’s wild… And everyone’s staring. The table goes silent. You try to sit gracefully, pretending you don’t look freshly undone. He, on the other hand, looks perfectly put together. Your brother clears his throat. “What were you doing?” He takes a sip of wine. “Your sister.” Someone chokes on their drink. Someone else prays under their breath. You twirl your pasta like not