My Fiancé Swapped Places With His Twin At The Altar Chapter 12
The next morning, I put on a black suit.
The woman in the mirror was still a little pale, and a thin layer of gauze was wrapped around my palms, but her eyes were calmer than they had been.
My assistant’s name was Chloe.
She was efficient and sharp, her words crisp and clear.
She handed me the briefing materials.
“What Moretti Group wants is supply chain access for Ryson’s new European energy project.”
“Their pricing is on the high side, they lack a clear technical advantage, and their cash flow has been unstable for the last two years.”
“According to our internal assessment, they are not the best choice.”
I flipped through the documents.
My fingers paused for a second when I saw the Moretti name.
By the time our car stopped in front of the conference center at Canary Wharf, the Morettis’ car had already arrived.
I entered the meeting room through a side door.
Across the long table, Mr. Moretti sat in the head seat, wearing his usual air of arrogance.
Matteo sat beside him, his suit immaculate, though there were faint shadows under his eyes.
Ashley stood behind him in professional attire.
She looked unwell, but her makeup was flawless.
The instant she saw me, her composure cracked.
“Bianca?”
Her voice turned sharp. “Why are you here?”
Matteo’s head snapped up.
When he saw me take a seat across from them, his first reaction wasn’t shock but a frown.
“Bianca, get up.”
He kept his voice low, as if afraid I would make a fool of myself.
“That’s not your seat.”
I looked at him and suddenly found the whole scene absurd.
In the Cross family, in the Moretti family, at the wedding—they had always assigned me my place.
Daughter. Sister. Bride. Alessio’s wife.
The moment I stepped outside the boundaries they set, they tried to call me back.
The meeting room door opened.
An assistant came in carrying coffee and respectfully set it in front of me.
“Your sugar-free latte, Ms. Cross.”
Matteo’s face changed.
Mr. Moretti, too, finally realized something was wrong. His voice was heavy as he said, “Matteo, be quiet.”