His Wedding Day, Her Perfect Vengeance

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ne, overlooking the Atlantic. Hundreds of guests milled about

, telling the assembled crowd the fairy

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rom a hidden balco

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mask of pure horror, his mo

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slow, deliber

the light, a champag

amplified by the estate' s sound system.