The being—who introduced himself as Aris, Supervisor of the Celestial Logistics Department (Wedding Division)—explained. "It's not a curse, Lena. It's a schedule conflict. Every time you try to get married, a major cosmic event is booked. A solar flare. A minor apocalypse. A reality reboot. The Universe is booked solid for the next fifty years. There's literally no room for your ceremony."
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). Wedding Impossible
The wedding was impossible. But the marriage? That was the only thing the universe couldn't cancel. The being—who introduced himself as Aris, Supervisor of
Ben blinked. "Excuse me?"
Ben, ever the optimist, just smiled. "Then we won't have a wedding." Every time you try to get married, a