Deviana and Arga arrived early at the wedding preparation venue, eager to ensure everything ran perfectly. Deviana’s eyes sparkled as she admired the neatly arranged flower displays, but something felt off.

“Arga, look at that. Is that table… crooked?” she said, pointing toward a corner.

Arga furrowed his brow and walked closer. “Hmm… yes, something’s not right. But we can fix this quickly.” He called over one of the staff, who appeared flustered. “Hey, what happened here? This should be tidy.”

The staff stammered. “S-sorry, Mr. Arga… there was a slight issue with the decoration delivery. Some tables… were overturned, and a few flowers got damaged.”

Deviana exhaled, trying to...