Amid the revelry, an unexpected interruption had shattered the serene atmosphere. a woman stepped into the light—though her appearance seemed to be of a middle class person. Dressed in rugged, clothes, though it wasn't rugged, but with the dragging from the thugs made it look more of ruggs than a mere brandless clothe it was.
she drew gasps from the crowd. Half of her face was concealed beneath a mask, her eyes sparkled with both defiance and a hint of desperation.
"Yes! You heard me right! I oppose this marriage!!" her voice rang out, echoing against the walls like church. The hall fell silent, all eyes riveted upon her.
Miguel, oblivious to the flutter of anxiety stirring within him, stood at the altar, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. Whispers rippled through the attendees, a tide of murmurs that reflected their collective intrigue.
"Who is she?" someone whispered.
"Is she a jester? Is this a trick?" replied another.
