Someone brought over another cup of wine. Another woman grabbed Heena's hand and pulled her towards the table. Before she could even finish her first drink, someone was already pouring her a second.
"Come on, bride! You can't just stand there looking pretty. Today is your wedding. You have to drink with us!"
"That's right! One cup isn't enough!"
"At least drink with the aunties who came all this way to celebrate!"
Heena looked at the cups gathering in front of her.
A moment ago, they had been scolding her for taking loans. Now they were trying to get her drunk.
What a frightening group of people.
She glanced towards the inner courtyard once more, almost wishing she could trade places with Sol.
Unfortunately, the groom had already been escorted away.
And the bride?
The bride was still very much in the hands of her neighbours.
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Of course, it wasn't as though the groom was having an easier time.
