If it's any help, I felt much the same before my wedding, and I've been happy enough. Anyway, whatever else we may be, we're Campbells first. Or do they taste it? I've never been sure.

If we didn't, where would we be? In complete bloody chaos, and all the other Families would charge in like sharks scenting blood in the water.

The Campbell sets the rules, and we have to follow them. 'Then go and get yourself a bloody drink, and don't come back till you've drunk it' And of course, if something should go wrong, Robert was the most expendable member of the Family at present. In order to keep Robert and his branch of the Family from becoming a laughingstock, a marriage had been hastily arranged that would serve the dual purpose of establishing Robert in society and help close the gap between the Campbells and the Shrecks. Mostly because it was so damn embarrassing. Robert's father had been the Campbell's younger brother, who died three months previously in an accident the Family still didn't like to talk about. The groom, Robert Campbell, was currently being supported and encouraged by his cousin Finlay's brothers, William and Gerald Campbell. Her intended prey didn't even realize she was coming. She stalked off through the crowd, opening up a path for herself through sheer strength of personality. The Campbell himself had been heard to say, only partly in jest, that the best thing to do with Gerald would be to make a gift of him to a Family they were really mad at. Gerald was tall, blond and handsome, and a complete bloody disaster no matter what he did, and everyone knew it but him. The Family had been trying to find a place for him all his life, with absolutely no success. Too dumb to be entrusted with the important stuff, but too senior to be just ignored. Gerald, on the other hand, was the Family mistake.

Only the brave movie profit