I once had a receptionist who was a bit of a flake and dumb enough to give the other blondes a bad name. In her defense, she was seriously hot and had worked as a scantily clad spokesbabe for the local beer distributor at major events. Her on-again-off-again with her equally flaky BF was the stuff of office legend. Such lame people with lame thinking. They eventually decided to get hitched and arranged an all-expenses-paid week long destination wedding and party event for 50 of their “closest friends” on the far side of the USA.
I’m sure her Dad had not made the last payment on the loan or CC to pay for that shindig when the divorce was finalized.
Many years earlier while living in Las Vegas I had a different receptionist. Who was no rocket scientist but was down-to-earth and sweet as all get out. Her BF owned a small electrician service and moonlighted as an Elvis impersonator. They got married in a Vegas wedding chapel with him in his Elvis gear and her in a snazzy white dress despite her prior marriage and two kids in elementary school. My whole office attended and it was a real tearjerker - He sang Love Me Tender while playing his guitar during his walk up the aisle. That joint would marry you for $50. We held a reception back at the office on my nickel.
They’re still married ~30 years later. Though the chapel went out of business 10ish years ago. I walked by where it had been last weekend. When your marriage outlasts your wedding “church” you know you’re doing something right.