Too Late for I Do — Episode 9

He walked through the stunned crowd and stopped before me. Then he held out his hand. Bianca, I'm here to take you. I didn't hesitate.

I placed my hand in Raphael Moreau's palm. His hand was steady, warm. I took one step forward, and my wrist was suddenly seized. Lorenzo had rushed over.

Bianca, have you had enough? Let go of him and get back to the ceremony. His grip was so tight my bones ached. Before I could speak, my father shoved his hand off me.

Stay away from my daughter! Lorenzo stumbled half a step back, his face darker. Mr. Marchetti, Bianca's just being dramatic. Half our business is here today.

Walking out with some stranger will only shame her. Marco stepped in front of me and laughed coldly. And staying here to be humiliated by you and Sophia, that's better for her? Lorenzo, you really think a lot of yourself.

The air in the hall thickened. Lorenzo's father finally rose and approached, looking down on us. He glanced at me, then turned to my father. Vito, I thought you knew better.

Seems the Marchettis have no respect for the Castellanos. My father's face darkened. He said nothing. Lorenzo's father spoke slowly.

If this wedding falls apart, you know what happens. Our alliance, our territory, our business, it all goes with it. He paused. His smile went cold.

All of that ends here. My mother's face changed.