A Woman Scorned: an uberhood challenge
Aledstrange issued an Uberhood Challenge… and this is my attempt at it. Chapter 1 begins in the idyllically pleasant setting of Pleasantview… just in time for a wedding.
Cassandra Goth was a romantic at heart. Everyone in Pleasantview knew that about the socially awkward, seriously nerdy young woman. She had grown up believing in the tragic love story surrounding her parents, Mortimer and Bella Goth. And more importantly, believing that only a love just as strong would ever do for her life as well.
Cassandra placed her love in the hands of Don Lothario. She loved him, was devoted to loving him the same way her father - poor old Morty - was devoted to the memory of his beloved wife, Bella. Everyone knew that, too.
Don was somewhat less than a devoted fiance, however. He had wandering eyes, wandering hands, and very impure thoughts about a certain red-headed vixen.
Everyone knew that,as well.
Everyone, that is, except for Cassandra, who went to her wedding day prepared to overlook the rain and the ghosts, and the strange phone calls from someone claiming to be her dead mother in order to have the perfect wedding.
It did not quite turn out how she had planned. Don, her precious Don, had taken one look at the rings they were about to exchange, freaked out, and ran as fast as he could out of the moonlit, rain-drenched garden.
The only one who seemed unfazed by the turn of events was young Alexander Goth, frolicking in the puddles in his tuxedo.
Summer turned into a cool autumn, filled with brilliant color and vibrant undertones, but Cassandra saw none of it. The once blushing, hopelessly romantic bride was lost in waves of sorrow and despair. She wandered around the town dressed in her wedding gown, a scorned and miserable bride.
Everyone said she was crazy. Everyone knew that when she had lost Don that night, she had also lost her mind.
The only person who had any faith that old Cassandra would return was Darren Dreamer, a widower artist who lived in town.
Everyone knew that Darren loved the Goth heiress. Everyone knew also knew that while Don was still in the picture, Cassandra barely noticed the other man.
But now she sought comfort in his arms, and for the fleeting time she spent with him, forgot about the sharp pain of losing Don.
The pregnancy which followed came as a shock to the young woman whose hold on reality was tentative at best. Raging hormones and morning sickness battled with her sorrow and Cassandra withdrew from everyone, hiding away in the Goth mansion until the baby was born.
While she was still struggling with the newness of motherhood, Don walked back into her life.
“It’s not mine,” he sneered when he saw her and the baby - a girl she had named Darla - on the street outside the mansion. “I can’t have children.” It was a lie. She could read it in his voice. A lie meant to crush the spirit of the woman who had once dreamed of raising a houseful of his babies.
“Of course not, Donny,” she said breezily, while something inside her snapped. Smiling sweetly, she invited him to come inside while she put baby Darla down for her nap. “You can check out the garden. Daddy’s got a new plant. It’s very rare.”
Cassandra directed Don to the back yard and then took Darla up the nursery. Tucking the baby in, she leaned down and kissed that tender cheek. “Mommy will be right back little one,” she promised.
In the back yard, Don was becoming quite familiar with the Laganaphyllis Simnovorii. In fact, it really seemed like it liked him. It kept sniffing and licking him from head to toe.
Cassandra hummed as she set about to cook dinner for her father and brother. Goose, she decided. There was time enough to stuff and roast a nice fat goose for dinner.
Maybe even some cake for dessert.
Mirrored from The Simming Life.