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Just as Clara opened her mouth – possibly to say “I do,” possibly to throw her bouquet at Leo’s head – the chapel’s ancient clock struck midnight. And from the back room, a dusty, brass bell (the kind from an old schoolhouse, bolted to the wall for “good luck photos”) fell off its mount and crashed onto the floor with a deafening BONG .

Clara stared at the fallen bell. Then at Leo. Then at her phone, now showing a calendar reminder: “Tuesday: Leo’s divorce final.” salvados por la campana boda en las vegas

Clara’s left eye twitched. The Elvis reached for the register. “Folks, the bell’s about to ring. You say ‘I do’ and it’s a done deal. No refunds, no annulments before sunrise.” Just as Clara opened her mouth – possibly