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The guests had begun to gather in the foyer of Mortimer Goth’s home. Dina felt a frisson of excitement rush along her spine when she realized that both the mayor and Captain Hero were among her wedding guests!

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Cassandra Goth answered her front door to find Nina Caliente standing on the other side.

“Hi,” Nina said. “We need to talk.”

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“Oh. My. GOD!” Nina Caliente cried. “Dina, what did you DO?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Nina,” her sister replied, unable to tear herself away from the mirror in which she admired herself. “It’s just a haircut. People get them all the time. Isn’t it just FABulous?”

“It looks like some sick Marilyn Monroe fantasy,” Nina huffed.

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Cassandra Goth had just announced her intentions to move out of her father’s house. The silence stretched interminably as she stood in the foyer, looking from Mortimer, her father, to her little brother, Alexander, and back again, waiting for some response. Finally, Mortimer sighed.

“It’s a little much for one day, don’t you think?” His tone was one of genuine concern.

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Mortimer Goth gazed wistfully out at the wedding arch set up in his yard, and sighed.

In just a few short days, his only daughter would be marrying that loathsome Don Lothario, and the mere thought sent shivers down Mortimer’s spine. Doctor Lothario may have been a rising star among the residents at Pleasantview Medical Center, but in his bones — and they were very old bones — Mortimer knew him to be far from honorable. Mortimer had been just a child when his family emigrated from the Old Country, but his father had instilled in him the deep belief that without honor, a man was not truly a man. His heart ached at the thought that very soon, such a creature would be wed to his Cassandra.

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