Lisa tried to push the events of the evening out of her mind, but her aunt's infectious excitement made it impossible to ignore. As they entered the house, Mrs. Flora emerged from the storage room carrying an old box, her face alight with anticipation. Lisa and Tina exchanged puzzled glances, wondering why she had brought it out, but Mrs. Flora didn't give them a chance to ask. Instead, she launched into a enthusiastic monologue.

"Your wedding is fast approaching, and I'm about to open my own shop," she exclaimed, her eyes shining with excitement. "We have a lot to plan for!" Lisa's confusion deepened as she stared at her aunt in bewilderment. "What wedding?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration.

Mrs. Flora's smile never wavered. "Your wedding, of course! It's in two months' time, and in a month, I'll be the proud owner of my own shop. Your mother-in-law has already started making arrangements for everything." She laughed, her excitement palpable. Lisa's face darkened as she struggled to process the news. Without a word, she turned and walked to her room, her anger and frustration boiling over.

She dialed Luke's number, but his mother answered instead. Lisa unleashed her pent-up emotions, her anger and confusion pouring out in a torrent. "What's going on?" she demanded. Mrs. Wilson's calm response only fueled Lisa's ire. "Your aunt suggested it, and I only followed her lead. The people around here are also eager for you two to get married."

Lisa's anger boiled over. "They don't get to decide," she snapped, hanging up the phone without waiting for a response. Meanwhile, Tina and Mrs. Flora were busy making plans, their excitement and anticipation a stark contrast to Lisa's growing unease.

Months later, Mrs. Flora stood proudly behind the counter of her new shop, beaming with joy as Mrs. Wilson introduced her to a few potential clients. Tina was over the moon with excitement, basking in the admiration and likes she received at her office after posting pictures of herself and Lisa on social media. Their lives seemed to have turned around in a whirlwind of good fortune, like a dream come true.

Lisa, however, was not experiencing the same rosy reality. She had been shouldering the burden of wedding preparations alone, trudging through the motions without any enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Tina visited her mother at the shop, and as they chatted and laughed together, Tina suddenly suggested, "You're like a mom to Lisa, wouldn't you have at least been given a portion of the wedding preparation to do?". Mrs Flora's expression remained serene, unfazed by the question. "You know how these rich people are," she said with a gentle smile. "I just want Lisa's day to be colorful, that's all." Tina nodded in understanding, and the two of them continued to discuss the wedding plans, their conversation light and carefree.

Lisa trudged into the house, exhausted after a stressful day of wedding planning. Her aunt and sister rushed to her side, holding out a piece of paper with their carefully curated guest list. "Lisa, we made a list of people we want to invite to the wedding," Tina said, her eyes shining with excitement.

Lisa's face fell as she scanned the list, her expression growing increasingly disappointed. "I'm sorry, none of them can come," she said, her voice laced with regret. Tina and Mrs. Flora's faces contorted in shock and dismay, their voices rising in unison. "What?"

Tina tried to plead her case. "I had promised my colleagues, what do I tell them?" she asked, her voice tinged with desperation. Mrs. Flora chimed in, her tone firm. "My women, you know I don't have to explain about them. Okay, I'll reduce the list, but come on, they have to witness your big day."

Lisa's expression remained firm, her voice apologetic but resolute. "Tina, Aunt, I'm sorry. They are only allowing 10 people for the wedding, and the invites are already out." The number hung in the air, and Tina and Mrs. Flora's faces reflected their incredulity. "10?" they yelled in unison, their voices echoing through the room.

"Why 10?" Mrs. Flora demanded, her voice laced with frustration and disappointment. "Why aren't our guests part of this 10?" Tina chimed in, her tone equally discontent.

Lisa's patience had worn thin. She looked at her aunt and sister with a tired and disappointed expression. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. With a defeated air, she excused herself, leaving her family looking unhappy and disgruntled.

As she walked away, Tina and Mrs. Flora exchanged a disapproving glance, their faces still etched with disappointment and frustration. The news had clearly not sat well with them, and the tension in the room lingered, a testament to their unhappiness.