“They’re a family heirloom,” she cried. “Please, can you check if they fell somewhere in your salon?”

I searched everywhere — under chairs, behind mirrors, and finally pushed back the small table near my styling station. There they were — a pair of glittering earrings, catching the light like little stars. Relieved, I called her immediately. Within minutes, she rushed to the salon, her face flushed with worry and hope.

She took one look at the earrings and gasped, “Yes, they’re mine! But…” she paused, confusion clouding her face, “I’m missing the other pair.” She opened her purse and showed me an identical set — slightly smaller but almost the same design. “My husband gave me these for our anniversary,” she whispered. “But these,” she said, holding the ones I found, “belonged to his late mother.”

We stood in silence for a moment. Then, with trembling hands, she said softly, “He told me they were lost years ago. I can’t believe they were here all along.” Tears welled up, but this time they weren’t from sadness — they were from relief, closure, and something deeper. She smiled through them and added, “Maybe this was the universe’s way of helping me find what was never really gone.”As she left, I realized it wasn’t just jewelry she had found that day — it was peace.