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She exhaled. “Saved by the bell,” she whispered.

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 . salvados por la campana boda en las vegas

Clara stared at the fallen bell. Then at Leo. Then at her phone, now showing a calendar reminder: “Tuesday: Leo’s divorce final.” She exhaled