At the wedding, everything looked like a Pinterest dream—flowers, acoustic music, pastel perfection. Dana, the bride, was glowing in her designer robe, and our dad couldn’t stop beaming. But Owen wasn’t impressed. He was focused. When Dana took off her embroidered white wedding jacket, Owen offered to hang it up. She smiled and handed it to him without question. He disappeared into the house with it.

Minutes later, Owen returned—calm, smiling, empty-handed. When I leaned over and asked what he did, he simply replied, “Don’t ask. You don’t want to know.” But I did know. I knew exactly what I had ordered for him. And as the ceremony began, I realized my quiet little brother hadn’t just come to witness our father’s perfect day—he had come to ruin it, one invisible prank at a time.