For Whom the Wedding Bell Tolls

Illya was sitting at his desk going through his mail.  Why does it seem that the moment Napoleon and I are away on a mission, everyone in UNCLE suddenly decides to contact me about something?  The next envelope he picked up contained a smaller, cream colored envelope with his name printed in calligraphic writing with no return address.  This is different, he thought.

“Napoleon,” he said after he opened it, “Melody Beauchamp is getting married.  She has sent me an invitation to the wedding.”

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