The vineyard smelled like sun-warmed earth and grapes, the kind of smell that makes you forget the world had ever been cruel. People were scattered across the rows of white chairs, chatting in low voices. Nothing grand, nothing staged. Just family, friends, and a little nervous laughter.

Jason stood at the front, pulling at his tie for the tenth time. Ghost stood beside him like a stone wall, except his lips kept twitching like he wanted to laugh.

Jason: (muttering) “I swear this tie is strangling me.”

Ghost: (deadpan) “It’s not the tie. That’s just nerves.”

Jason: (glancing sideways) “I’m not nervous.”

Ghost: (finally smirking) “You’ve adjusted that thing so...