He looked at Lena, sighed deeply, and said, "Lena Parker? Wedding number 4,017? You're three hours early."
"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."
Ben, ever the optimist, just smiled. "Then we won't have a wedding."
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).
"I love you, Ben," she whispered. "Let's do the impossible."
That was when the ground began to shake.
He looked at Lena, sighed deeply, and said, "Lena Parker? Wedding number 4,017? You're three hours early."
"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."
Ben, ever the optimist, just smiled. "Then we won't have a wedding."
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).
"I love you, Ben," she whispered. "Let's do the impossible."
That was when the ground began to shake.
