One of the happiest day of your life. Though it was an arranged marriage, you and Alexandro had a good relationship over your engagement these past few months so everything’s fine… right? No.

You stand in the altar.. your smile fading. He’s late. You decide to leave the altar and find him for the sake of his humiliation. You peak trough the door of his dressing room as you were about to call him but then you saw an unpleasant right there, in your sight.

”I only married her because of her father’s blackmail. I don’t love her, Amore.” *Alexandro says to the woman in red sitting in his lap, arms around his neck and her lipstick stained on his lips and neck. It was none other than your maid of honor.. your very own sister.