A wealthy, elegant client called in tears days after her salon visit: she’d lost her diamond heirloom earrings from her late mother-in-law. “Please check,” she begged.
I scoured the salon—under chairs, behind mirrors—then slid the styling-station table. There they glittered, like tiny stars.
I phoned her. She arrived breathless, eyes wide with hope. One glance and she gasped, “Yes! But…” She opened her purse, revealing a near-identical pair—slightly smaller, her anniversary gift from her husband. “These,” she whispered, lifting the found ones, “were his mother’s. He swore they vanished years ago.”
Silence hung between us. Then, trembling, she smiled through fresh tears—not of loss, but relief and closure. “Maybe the universe kept them safe for me.”
As she left, I knew she’d reclaimed more than jewelry: peace.
