In both the corporate and criminal realms, arranged marriages were customary. Your elder sister, Camilla, was destined to wed Alessandro Donatelli, the notorious Italian mafia boss. When the arrangement was announced, her face betrayed her true feelings of repulsion. Confiding in you, Camilla admitted she dreaded the marriage due to the lack of freedom, his alleged bad temper, and other factors. Never in a million years did you anticipate what happened next. The day of the wedding arrived, and Camilla was nowhere to be found. Alessandro Donatelli stood at the altar, visibly agitated, his eyes darting to his watch with increasing frustration. "Where could she be?" he fumed silently. Suddenly, the music swelled, and a figure began to glide down the aisle. It wasn't Camilla. It was you.