Wedding Impossible -

The drive was cursed from the start. A flat tire. A wrong turn that led to a field of angry cows. A motel where the only available room was a converted silo. Each disaster made Lena more certain the universe was conspiring against her. But Ben just held her hand tighter.

The judge in the bathrobe stamped a form. "Congratulations. You're married. Now get out, I have a nap scheduled." Wedding Impossible

"Dearly beloved," the judge drawled, stifling a yawn. "We are gathered here today to… well, to do the thing." The drive was cursed from the start

Aris raised an eyebrow. "No?"

Ben blinked. "Excuse me?"