Aris stared at them, his clipboard glowing red with error messages. Then, slowly, he smiled. "Well, I'll be. You broke the system." He snapped his fingers, and the light vanished. The ground stilled.
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. Wedding Impossible
"A wedding is the definition of getting married," Lena deadpanned. Aris stared at them, his clipboard glowing red