At first, Lena thought it was an earthquake. A fitting end. But then, a low hum filled the air, and a blinding light split the sky. From the light, a figure descended. He was tall, wore a shimmering toga, and held a clipboard.
"I love you, Ben," she said, cupping his face. "But marrying me is impossible. The universe has a restraining order against me and a white dress." Wedding Impossible
That was when the ground began to shake. At first, Lena thought it was an earthquake
"No," Ben said, pulling out a worn map. "A wedding is a party. We're going to do the impossible part. We're going to elope." From the light, a figure descended
Aris raised an eyebrow. "No?"
Lena had planned three weddings. Each one had been more elaborate than the last: a beachside ceremony in Santorini (canceled due to a tsunami warning), a mountaintop exchange in the Alps (called off after the groom ran off with the horse-drawn carriage driver), and a grand cathedral affair in her hometown (stopped when the priest’s secret wife showed up).