Later, Olívia withdrew to a dressing room beside the ballroom. She needed to rest. She sat in the armchair, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.

She heard the door close. She opened her eyes and stood.

“Peter? What are you doing here?” she asked, startled.

Peter took two steps forward.

“Olívia, forgive me. Walk away from this wedding. Come with me.”

Her eyes widened.

“Are you insane, Peter? Did you forget everything you did to me? You’re married. MARRIED.”

He moved closer.

“I made the bigge