It was raining outside when the newlyweds played their wedding video again. They had watched it countless times, searching for the laughter, the vows, and the moment their eyes met. But this time something new caught their attention. Near the bouquet, a small flash glimmered like a trapped firefly. They paused, rewound, and played it back in slow motion.
Frame by frame, they saw Mia’s grandmother step quietly behind her, hands moving with careful precision. A pale ribbon slipped into place, tied so gently no one had noticed. Her lips moved, whispering something the camera barely caught, a blessing or perhaps a secret. What they discovered next was beyond anything they expected.