An english baron wed to my daughter? I’ll die first, I will.” Johanna quit rubbing Claire’s shoulder and stepped forward.
“A very rich baron,” she blurted out. The laird frowned at Johanna with what she thought was indignation.
“Wealth is not an issue here,” he muttered. “How rich?”
They were married an hour later.

The crowd quieted as a whole, but more than one creature cursed under his breath, “Not Regin.”
A drunk hunched over the bar muttered, “That glowing one made me eat a transistor radio once.

This was getting uglier by the minute, I thought. There really was no easy escape, since we were sitting far from the exit and the waiters knew me from prior dinner dates with Ashley and I hadn’t paid the tab yet.

From: “My Worst Valentine’s Day.Ever: a Short Story

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