"P-Please, wait outside the tent for her. We have a few last-minute details to sort out before she can join you," the woman said, her voice faltering.
Without uttering a word, the two men exited the tent, positioning themselves visibly by the door.
That's enough.
Adela made her way toward the tent's exit, her intention to leave and meet with her husband, however, was abruptly thwarted as someone once again seized her shirt.
The temptation to reprimand the persistent woman who seemed oblivious to the word 'no' surged within her, but when she turned around, she discovered it was the bride herself who was trying to stop her this time.
Teresa's fingers tightly clutched Adela's shirt, her head bowed low, her shoulders trembling with emotion.
