“Of course you can get married wearing a giant tie-die t-shirt!”
Your move, writer.
Some prompts hand you a scene; this one hands you a permission slip, so lean into what's being permitted. There's the joyful chaos version, a bride and groom who never wanted a wedding at all, just each other and the people who love them, and that giant tie-dye shirt becomes the whole thesis of the day. There's the quieter version too, an older relative saying this line to a nervous kid who's afraid love has a dress code, and the story lives in what gets healed in that moment. Or flip it sideways into comedy, a wedding planner's polished nightmare, spreadsheets and string quartets colliding with someone's stubborn, glorious insistence on tie-dye. Same eight words, three completely different hearts beating underneath them.
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