Scene: The Little White Wedding Chapel, Las Vegas, 11:47 p.m. The air smells of cheap champagne, desperation, and synthetic flowers.
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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 . Scene: The Little White Wedding Chapel, Las Vegas, 11:47 p