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It follows the last few years of Mortimer Goth's life, while he watches his children grow and make their own way into the world, and himself come to terms with Bella's disappearance.
==Chapter I: ''Alone By The Fire''==
"Love," the elderly Mortimer Goth told himself, as he swirled wine around in the glass he held, "is like a bottle of wine. One sip, and it is all you want to drink. After the whole bottle, it has ensnared your senses. Nothing makes sense any more."
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He waited for sleep to come. His breathing became slower. Mortimer had drifted off to sleep, to be in a world of dreams where he wasn't so old, and Bella wasn't so mysteriously disappeared. He could be a grumpy Goth, living in an old house that time forgot, with his beautiful gothic wife.
==Chapter II: ''Tear Stained Wedding Dress''==
As much as Mortimer disliked Don Lothario - dislike was too small of a word, down right hated would be more fitting - he didn't want to get in the way of his own daughter's happiness. No matter how excruciating it was to see her marry a man that wasn't good enough for her, he would just endure it. Cassandra knew what she wanted. If that meant her spending the rest of her life with a man that clearly didn't care for her as much as she did him, then there was was nothing Mortimer would do to stop it.
Mortimer paced the hallway, considering knocking on his daughter's bedroom door. For years he had kept Bella's wedding dress hidden away. Of course Bella would want her daughter to have it.
Gently tapping at her bedroom door, he wondered if it really was a good idea. Young people these days often wanted things that were new and cutting edge. But, that wasn't his daughter, he told himself.
"Come in," replied Cassandra.
Mortimer opened the door, carrying the box that contained the wedding dress that his own true love wore on her wedding day. "I have a gift for you -- well, consider it a gift from your mother."
Cassandra's eyes lit up, when she saw the beautiful white dress. It was perfect. For as far back as she could remember, she would always look at her parent's wedding photo and wish that she could one day get to wear a dress just like her mother's.
"Thank you..." Cassandra could feel her eyes filling with tears behind her glasses. Snatching a tissue from the box on her dressing table, she wiped away the tears. "Father, you are still going to give me away, aren't you?"
"Of course," said Mortimer. "Not even death could stop me from giving you away."
He was true to his word too. Mortimer would indeed give away his own daughter to that lowlife, and not let her see how much it pained him to do it.
Down in the garden, where Alexander was adding the finishing touches, like adding balloons, Don Lothario worried for a moment if he was doing the right thing. After all, there were so many women out there, and so little time.
"Hey, Dad," said Don, as soon as his soon-to-be father in law stepped out of the back door.
"Don't do that," said Mortimer, shooting the man before him a look of disgust. "And, to think that I'm stuck with a son-in-law like you for the rest of my life."
Already, Mortimer could see the cogs turning in Don's mind. At least, he hoped that he was imagining it. As soon as he met Don, Mortimer promised him, that if he ever hurt Cassandra, then he would be made to regret it one way or another.
The wedding of course was very small, with only a few guests. Just family, and Dina who had of course invited herself. If Mortimer had wanted this wedding to fail, he would have noticed the woman that professed to love him looking to Don with an eye that no guest should give the groom on his wedding day. But, of course he wanted the wedding go to plan.
Cassandra looked stunning in her mother's wedding dress. Never could a father be so proud of his daughter, than Mortimer was in that very moment. He lead his daughter down the aisle proudly.
It would have been a perfect wedding. There was just one thing missing; the groom. Mortimer's heart sank, at the thought that his own harsh words could have scared Don off. If he wasn't so worried about his own daughter, he would have noticed the guilty look on Dina Caliente's face.
"Alexander, you check the attic and the patio deck," said Mortimer. "Dina, go and check if his car is still parked out front. I'll search the house."
"Right away, father," said Alexander.
"Sure, Morty," said Dina. He hated it, when she called him that.
No matter how much Mortimer and Alexander searched the house, they were never going to find Don Lothario. In a moment of cold feet, he'd fled. Leaving behind a crying bride at the alter.
While Cassandra sat on one of the chairs for guests, she considered building a greenhouse exactly where she sat. Never again, did she want to look at this part of the garden and think of the wedding that could have been. Something caught her eye, that was caught in one of the flowers in the arch. It was a piece of paper, that had been rolled up, and held in place with the engagement ring that Cassandra had given Don. Only one sentence was on the piece of paper; "Cass, I couldn't do it."
In the drawing room that night, when everyone had given up looking, Cassandra showed the note to her father, brother and Dina.
"That good for nothing..." Mortimer cut himself short, because he could see the pain on his daughter's face.
Dina's thirst for gold inspired her. "We should go on the honeymoon!" Of course, she meant herself and Mortimer, where she would have him alone to convince him that Bella wasn't coming back, and she would always love him. The latter was a lie of course.
Mortimer shot her a rather surprised look. He misinterpreted what she said, though. "Yes... we can't get the deposit back. Why not go on vacation to Twikki Island?"
"Father, really? I've always wanted to explore the pirate ships," said Alexander, excitedly.
"Of course you can, my boy. Start packing your suitcases, children. The Goths are going to Twikki Island," Mortimer declared.
Cassandra looked to her father through the tears. It was great that her father was trying to cheer her up, but her heart wasn't ready to feel anything but pain right now. A happy thing like the holiday would just remind her how she was supposed to go there as Mrs Cassandra Lothario.
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