Chapter 2 - Emilio's Fall And Clarissa's Panic In The Chapel
The heavy sound of Emilio crashing against the imported wool carpet reverberated through the silent cathedral like a thunderclap. Clarissa dropped her designer sunglasses, the dark lenses shattering instantly against the polished marble floor near the front pew.
She scrambled backward on her high heels, her breath catching in her throat as she stared at Giovanni’s towering, unforgiving silhouette. The mourners standing in the surrounding rows held their collective breath, too terrified to move or utter a single word.
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Emilio groaned, clutching his reddened cheek where his father’s open-handed blow had left a stark, angry crimson mark. He pushed himself up onto one elbow, his eyes wide with a mixture of physical pain and sheer, unadulterated terror.
“Dad... you didn't have to hit me in front of everyone,” Emilio stammered, his voice cracking miserably in the quiet space.
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