Mia quietly noticed the pattern: each public problem came with an invisible hand offering a private solution. When the ring bearer’s cushion came up empty, murmurs swelled. Daniel and Mia searched, then found the ring tucked in a separate case—misplaced by a nervous relative.
Relief should have been simple, but Mia had learned to look for strings. Every mistake now bore the ghost of intent: flimsy accidents arranged with surgical grace. A power surge later that afternoon tripped the lights again during the vows. Cameras stuttered; an uncle cursed softly.