The Observer slides out of the pew with the quiet precision of someone who has been waiting for exactly this moment. They reach Flavio just as Uncle Gianni gains his full height — one hand, calm and certain, closes gently around the boutonnière wand and eases it downward. Flavio blinks. This is new data. The Hat Lady, recognising her moment with magnificent timing, finally blinks too: a slow, deliberate blink that somehow conveys both victory and generous sportsmanship at once. Uncle Gianni, discovering the crisis already resolved, resettles himself with the expression of a man who has been denied a heroic entrance and is quietly relieved. The Observer murmurs something into Flavio's ear; Flavio considers it solemnly, then allows the boutonnière to be transferred to a safer pocket. Aurora, sensing the vibe has shifted, deposits one final, dignified handful of birdseed and folds her hands behind her back. The organist settles. The ceremony breathes. The wedding continues.