Marco De Luca.His chest was heaving as though he had run the whole way. "Ariana..." I watched him take two steps forward, his voice wrecked. "Don't marry him."The room went silent for a beat, and then erupted.Whispers surged from every direction. My grandfather stood up in a fury to go at Marco, and his men held him back.My first reaction was to look back at Albert. He squeezed my hand lightly."Choose with your own heart. I won't interfere with your decision."I pressed his fingertips. "Wait here for me.""What are you doing here?" I looked at Marco, and it was remarkable: as I asked, I found myself completely calm, as if he were a total stranger.He came two steps closer, and he looked terrible. Dark circles under his eyes, unshaven, a wreck of a man.His lips worked, and at last he got it out. "I had the wrong person, Ariana. The one I've always loved is you, not Isabella."I looked at him quietly and gave him nothing."She stole your white dress. She stole everything of yours."
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