It started, as most logistics-based problems do, with a calendar.
Saki had finally opened her wedding folder properly — the formal, official version, distinct from the quiet research she'd been compiling for over a year — and called a household meeting to begin the planning process in earnest.
"The first decision," she said, standing at the front of the living room with her usual composed authority, "is order. Nine ceremonies, even if some happen on the same day in sequence, still require deciding who goes first, who goes last, and everything in between."
The room, which had greeted every previous announcement with warmth and enthusiasm, went noticeably quiet.
"Does it matter that much," Hana asked, the only person apparently unaware of the tension suddenly filling the air. "Can't everyone just pick whenever?"
