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Maladicta had a list of things to do, the last of which was "Find A Dress". She realized as far as priorities went, this one was perhaps a bit ... wrong way round, at least so far as most brides were concerned, but in all honesty, she couldn't quite be arsed about the damn dress. This was a bit tougher to tackle, since Geoffrey could be as elusive as tasteful white silk in a box full of neon lycra when he felt like it.

She got him eventually, though. And at the stage too. Lousy politicians never being in their offices when you needed them.

"Geoffrey," she called, strolling up, trying to shove her hands as casually as possible into the front pockets of her linen trousers.