Her wedding dress was exquisite. It was all she ever wanted it to be.
Outside the mansion a limousine was pulling up. Guests were arriving.
Since it’s bad luck for the groom to see the blushing bride in her wedding dress before the ceremony, Ken was not allowed to come up the stairs.
In fact, when Ken went so far as to lean on the banister at the bottom of the stairs, Barb’s sister accosted him.
“No, you don’t!”
Another voice reverberated throughout the house.
“Sweetheart, put your Barbie dolls away—time for dinner.”
And the wedding was postponed.