On a rainy Sunday, the couple opened their wedding video for the hundredth time. They wanted the vows, the laughter, the way their eyes found each other. Then a tiny flicker near the bouquet pulled their stare, like a firefly trapped in silk. They hit pause, then rewind, then slow motion.

Frame by frame, they watched Mia’s grandmother step behind her, fingers moving with secret care. A pale ribbon slipped into place, so gentle no one noticed. The old woman’s lips shaped silent words the camera barely caught, a blessing, or a message, or both. The truth was stranger than anyone expected!