CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN – KEEPING HER HEAD DOWN

Finally reaching the doors, Rebecca pushed them open and stepped out into the warm Italian afternoon. The square in front of the cathedral was a scene of utter confusion. Guests milled about, many on their phones, no doubt spreading the news of the scandal far and wide. Reporters, who had gathered to cover what they thought would be a simple society wedding, were now in a frenzy, shouting questions at anyone who emerged from the cathedral. Rebecca kept her head down, skirting the edge of the crowd as she made her way towards a quiet side street. She needed to get away, to find somewhere she could gather her thoughts and decide what to do next. As she walked, the enormity of what had just happened began to sink in. The wedding she had spent months helping to plan, the event that had consumed her life for so long, had imploded in the most spectacular way possible. And she had played a part in it all. A mix of emotions swirled within her – relief that the truth was finally out, guilt o