Chapter Four: The Man in the Mirror

In the car, Celeste joined by video. Papers rustled on her end. “The Lins need Gu approval for a drug. Marcus needs their board seat. Neither wants marriage.” “A false intention produces no married future,” Mira said. “Someone may be moving wedding objects through sham ceremonies because they know those objects are invisible to me.” Jo opened the veil’s lining and extracted a wafer-thin memory card. It contained seven seconds of audio: waves, a ship horn, then a young woman whispering. “Celeste, I’m where the White Tern docked. Don’t trust the wedding list.” Celeste surged to her feet. “That’s Stella.” At the end, a man spoke off-microphone. “Time’s up, Counselor Zhou.”