Mountainview Country Inn:
Peters:Michael and Miranda join hands. Michael and Miranda have come to 
be joined in the holy bond of matrimony. If anyone knows why they 
shouldn't be joined, let them speak now or forever hold their peace.
Sonny(looks over his shoulder)No gunmen. 
Miranda:And no Brenda. So far, so good.

Outside the Inn:
Ned:Well, here we are.
Edward:What are we going to do?
Alan:We could set the place on fire.
Edward:Alan!
Ned:Maybe that's not such a bad idea.
Edward:Ned!
Ned:Grandfather, I was only talking about a little fire.
Edward:Haven't we got enough problems without an arson charge leveled 
against us? Do I have to do everything, myself.
Alan:Father, what are you going to do?
Edward(picks up a rock)Lob this through the window. That'll put a stop 
to this wedding. Get ready to run.

Inside the Inn:
Peters:Michael, do you take Miranda to be your lawfully wedded wife. To 
love, honor and cheris. In sickness and in health. For richer, for 
poorer. For better, for worse. Forsaking all others. As long as you both 
shall live?
Sonny:I do.

Outside the Inn:
Ned:Grandfather, wait. Someone's coming.(Ned, Alan and Edward cower in 
the bushes)
Edward:It's Cassadine. What's he doing here.
Alan:(hopefully)Do you suppose he's come to do our dirty work for us?

Inside the Inn:
Peters:Miranda, place the ring on Michael's finger and repeat after me. 
With this ring I thee wed.
Miranda(begins to slide the ring on Sonny's finger)With this ring I...
Stefan(storms in)Stop this wedding at once.
Peters:What's the meaning of this? Who are you.
Stefan:I am Stefahn Cassadine and I won't have my sister marrying some 
Brooklyn peasant.
Mac:Miranda, what's he talking about?
Sonny:It's true, Mac. Miranda is really Isabella Cassadine.
Stefan:Ah, so you do know she's a Cassadine.(he turns to Luke)You set 
him up to this, didn't you, Spencer. I marry your sister, he marries 
mine.
Luke(blows smoke in his face)Wish I could take the credit, Vlad, but I 
can't. This is just one of life's little ironies. Aint life grand.
Mac:Miranda, you're a Cassadine?
Miranda;Mac, I lied to you when we first met. I wasn't running from 
someone who was trying to kill me. I was running from him.
Stefan:Isabella, I want to talk to you. Now. Alone.
Miranda:Let's go upstairs. I'll be right back, Sonny.(once upstairs she 
turns on him before he has a chance to turn on her)How dare you burst in 
and ruin my wedding, like this.
Stefan:How dare I? How dare you not reveal your true identity to me the 
minute you knew I was in this town.
Miranda:Look at me, Stefan.(she motions to her face)Why do you think I 
had my face changed. I never wanted you to find me.
Stefan:Well, I've found you now and I'm going to send you back to Greece 
and once there you won't be allowed to leave the island until I find you 
a suitable husband.
Miranda:Who do you think you are. I've been my own boss since I was 16 
and that's how it's going to stay. And in case it's slipped your mind, I 
already have a suitable husband all picked out.
Stefan:Isabella, he's from Brooklyn. A Cassadine would never marry 
someone from Brooklyn.
Miranda:Well, this Cassadine is. You're still as big a snob as ever. 
You'd better get used to a Brooklyn peasant sullying the Cassadine 
bloodline, because I'm going to marry Sonny and there's nothing you can 
do to stop me.
Stefan:Oh really. You know me better than that, Isabella. Perhaps, I 
should remind you of what happened to Lasha shortly after she married 
Luke Spencer. Marry your Brooklyn hoodlum and one foggy night, he too, 
might disappear.
Miranda:Stefan, I'm warning you. If you look crosswise at Sonny, I'll 
make you regret it. You forget I know things you wouldn't want outsiders 
to know. Things that could land you in prison.
Stefan:Are you threatening me?
Miranda:You take it any way you like.
Stefan:Very well, Isabella, since he means so much to you that you're 
threatening your own brother, I'll allow you to marry your Brooklyn 
peasant. I'll even throw you a wedding. But in return I want you living 
at Wyndemere until the wedding. It's long past time you came home.
Miranda:How generous of you. It's not like you have much choice. What if 
I decide to go back downstairs, marry Sonny and leave town as we 
planned.
Stefan:You won't do that. You know what it's like to have me as an enemy 
and you don't want that. If you don't humor me, I promise you, Isabella, 
I'll never let you and your Brooklyn peasant have a moment of peace.
Miranda:All right, what choice do I have. But if you have any idea of 
shipping me back to the island once I'm safely ensconced at Wyndemere to 
keep Sonny and I apart, you should know Sonny will come after me and he 
won't come alone. He'll be backed up by Jason's men.
Alexis(enters as Miranda leaves)Well, how did it go?
Stefan:I bought myself some time.
Alexis:To do what?
Stefan:To end Isabella's unsuitable attached to Sonny Corinthos. With 
Isabella moving into Wyndemere, I've already managed to seperate them. 
Now all I have to do is make it permanent.

Downstairs:
Sonny:You're gonna what?
Miranda:Sonny, it's best to humor my brother. We don't want him for an 
enemy.
Sonny:I'm not afraid of him. Let him do his worse and I'll just give it 
right back to him, only I'll hit back harder. You just tell him to stuff 
it.
Bobbie(meets Stefan as he comes down the stairs)Can't you let anyone be 
happy. Must you mess in everyone's life.
Stefan:Barbara, please help Isabella gather her things at her hotel room 
and escort her back to Wyndemere(he exits)
Bobbie(heads over to an arguing Sonny and Miranda)If you two are 
interested, I know of a way you can beat Stefan at his own game.

Upstairs:
Alexis(on the phone)Aunt Helena, it's Alexis. This situation has just 
gotten more complicated. I think maybe it's time you came to Port 
Charles.

To be continued

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