Mia breathed but said nothing. The silence made voices lean forward. This time, when a technician muttered that a last-minute wiring change had been made, Mia noted the name on the service ticket and tucked it into her mind like a breadcrumb. She vowed to note down the names and numbers of all the service providers later.
Despite the day’s hitches, the ceremony concluded. They were married under a sky that had reset itself between storms. The reception bloomed into warmth: speeches and the band finding rhythm after a false start. Guests complimented the bride’s composure. Mia smiled because everything felt like a small, righteous victory.