11 a.m., with ever more insistent knocking coming from outside, everyone grew tense.
Someone wanted to open the door but was immediately halted by a voice nearby: "Hold on, don't rush to open the door. We can't just let them in so easily, can we? Since when is it so simple to marry someone off?"
"That's right, that's right. We've got to give the groom a hard time. No sufficient red packets or gifts, and he's not taking anyone away."
Echoing these sentiments, everyone started to chuckle, little kids hopped around shouting gleefully: "We've got red packets to collect, we've got red packets to collect!"
Anna Ainsworth sat nervously on the sofa, palms sweaty with tension. She hadn't expected to feel so anxious from the sound of knocking. Her cheeks reflected in the mirror were flush and burning. Ah, if she had known, she wouldn't have bothered with makeup.
