"What?" Silvano's angry voice boomed throughout the church hall. His brother was being humiliated as the bride made him wait in front of the guests and if she had run away, even the national guard could not save her. "Speak, dammit!" He yelled again. The guard was taking too long to answer.
"The bride can't come, sir," James lowered in his eyes out of respect. As he opened his mouth further to explain the situation, he was already interrupted.
"Why the fuck can she not come?" He asked again. Fucking hell, Silvano thought, someone was dying tonight.
Out of respect the guard nodded and didn't raise his dislike. The boss was not letting him speak. "The veil is torn and the designers are trying their best to fix it. It has been torn from the bottom to the middle where it reaches her knees." He bowed a bit as he explained the situation to the family.
