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<blockquote>The wedding cake sat on a polished mahogany table. Beside it sat a yellow triangle, made of construction paper and a silver pen that was, in fact, nothing more than a silver pen. Scattered on the table were a handful of wedding announcements and several sheets of scented, flowery paper covered with handwriting. Over and over, line after line, they read, “Mr. and Mrs. Napoleon Solo.”
An elegant framed mirror hung on the wall over the table. Its surface was liberally decorated with lipstick. Hearts and flowers were the main theme, but here and there a photograph was interspersed among them. Each picture sat at the center of a bull’s eye. One of the bull’s eyes had an arrow pointing to it. The picture at the center was of an ethereally beautiful young woman.
There were three pictures which had not, as yet, been struck. Two of these were also young women. The last was of a man with golden blond hair and somber blue eyes. </blockquote>