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* * * A half hour later during cocktail hour, I found Anna again. She was slugging champagne like it was Gatorade. Fortunately, though, the food and booze seemed to be enough to help everyone else forget the earlier spectacle. "Where'd you put the second dove?" I asked her. "Inside the bride's dressing room. There's AC in there. I don't want the poor thing to die, too." Anna sighed. "I told them the dove release was a bad idea." "Really?" "Yes, really. At first Grace wanted to release hundreds of butterflies, but I've seen that go wrong more than once. You order a box of butterflies and end up with a box of dead butterflies that don't fly. Or worse, they're half-alive and end up falling on your guests' heads." I couldn't restrain my laughter now. "I would've paid money to see that."