Matteo ripped his bedroom door open and stormed outside, determined to find his fiancée, hearing the footsteps of his sister running after him.
“Matteo!”
He ignored her, keeping up his pace, walking downstairs to the main hall where the wedding preparations were taking place. She had to be somewhere there.
“Matteo, wait!”
Altea’s hand wrapped around his arm, trying to get him to stop, but he shook it off and kept going.
“Matteo, please, think this through! What are you going to tell her?”
He stopped abruptly, causing Altea to run into him, and turned around to face her.
“What are you expecting me to do? Stay quiet? Just let her send some thugs after the woman I love? What, Altea?”
She winced at his anger, and he felt a pang of guilt. He shouldn’t be mad at his sister, it wasn’t he
