The Venetian Playboy's Bride. Lucy Gordon

can’t,’ she said. ‘I can’t see you tomorrow.’

      ‘Then the next day—’

      ‘No, I can’t see you again,’ she said desperately. ‘I’m going home. I should never have come here. Please let me go.’

      He made no attempt to hold onto her as she broke free and began to run down the nearest calle. She simply had to get away from what was happening here. It shocked and confused her. Nothing was going according to plan.