"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."
The wedding was impossible. But the marriage? That was the only thing the universe couldn't cancel. Wedding Impossible
Lena's jaw dropped. "So I'm not cursed? I'm just… inconveniently timed?" "No," Ben said, pulling out a worn map
He turned to Lena and took both her hands. "Lena, I don't need the universe's approval. I don't need a party, a priest, or a perfect day. I just need you. Right here. Right now." " Ben said
He looked at Lena, sighed deeply, and said, "Lena Parker? Wedding number 4,017? You're three hours early."