“Don’t lie to me,” Milan hissed, incensed that Raphael would attempt such a flimsy excuse. “You knew what day I was to arrive. I cannot believe you are so incompetent that you could not reschedule things for the single week leading up to our marriage as to spend some time with the person who has travelled weeks to get here. Who you will be spending the rest of your life with. Or should I expect our bonding night to also be filled with paperwork?” Raphael’s refusal to meet his eyes only angered Milan further.
