Ben blinked. "Excuse me?"
"Dearly beloved," the judge drawled, stifling a yawn. "We are gathered here today to… well, to do the thing." Wedding Impossible
They stood before her, no rings, no vows prepared. Ben blinked
Their plan was simple, born from pure superstition and desperation: on a random Tuesday, they would drive to a tiny, forgotten courthouse in the ghost town of Purgatory, Nevada. No flowers. No cake. No guests. Just them, a judge, and a signature. Ben blinked. "Excuse me?" "Dearly beloved
Ben, ever the optimist, just smiled. "Then we won't have a wedding."