On our wedding day, Enzo and I couldn’t even afford a reception, but we were happy celebrating over burgers at our favorite fast-food restaurant. Then the manager approached our table with an urgent request, and what happened next would test our brand-new marriage in ways neither of us expected.
Enzo and I got married at the courthouse with two friends as witnesses.
My dress came from a clearance rack, Enzo wore his brother’s jacket, and the rings took us months to save for.
Between rent, bills, and my mom’s medical expenses, a real reception was never going to happen.
So we ended up in our favorite fast-food place.
Enzo and I got married at the courthouse
We sat in a booth by the window, with salt on our fingers and two milkshakes sweating on the table.
It was where we’d had our first date.
Enzo had dripped ketchup on his shirt that night and pretended it was a design choice.
“Five years,” I said, “and you still pick the same restaurant.”
“Why fix what works?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Also, they know me here. I’m basically a regular.”
It was where we’d had our first date.
“You’re basically broke.”
“Married and broke. Very exciting.”
People noticed our clothes, of course.
A couple at the next table sent over warm wishes, and a man in a work vest clapped Enzo on the shoulder.
“Married and broke. Very exciting.”
Enzo raised his milkshake like it was champagne.
“To my beautiful wife.”
I laughed so hard I nearly wore my drink. Honestly? I couldn’t have been happier.
Then an elderly woman stopped at our table.
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