The party went on, with guests restless about the thick tension that lay between the bride and the groom. Celeste had wished that someone could shoot her when she realized that she had mentioned Marcello's name just after Lorenzo had kissed her.
She had expected him to march right into the wedding and shoot Marcello, but he just sat beside her shooting daggers at everyone till no one dared approach him.
She scanned the crowd looking for her mom, Uncle Theo or Isabella, they were all she had left. She couldn't trust anyone in this family she had waltzed into. Maybe they could find a way to escape before her husband found out and killed them.
The mere thought of it made her shudder, as she remembered the terror she felt when he had that gun pointed at Marcello, no single thread of emotion on his face.
