Kaira's POV.

The room went completely silent. The chef didn’t move or speak, not even to beg. Tears rolled down her cheeks quietly, her head still lowered as she sobbed in silence. Even in that state, she didn’t dare look up.

My stomach twisted at Damian’s action. What if that were me? The thought hit hard, sinking deep into my chest. I pictured myself in her place;helpless, embarrassed, trembling. But I wouldn’t cry in front of him, and only cry later, alone.

The image reminded me ...