Bianca turned...and blinked in disbelief. Ken was sprinting through the airport terminal, his wedding tuxedo slightly rumpled but still elegant - a perfectly tailored cream suit with a crisp white shirt and black tie that matched the wedding colors. Behind him, Jason and Mason ran as fast as their little legs could carry them, their matching mini-tuxedos making them look like adorable smaller versions of their father.
"Wait for us, Bianca!" Mason called out, his black bow tie slightly askew.
"We're running...as fast...as we can!" Jason panted heavily, his patent leather shoes squeaking against the polished floor.
"What's going on? You're...you're missing your own wedding!" Bianca gasped, still not quite believing her eyes.
"The wedding's canceled," Ken said simply.
He swept her up into his arms, leaning in to kiss her...but he paused a breath away, his brown eyes searching hers for permission.
