David and Daniel were flushed and swaying from drink. Anna and Lily sat collapsed on the floor, weeping uncontrollably.

“I—I was with the wrong one!” Lily cried.

“So was I…” Anna sobbed.

It turned out that in their drunken state, and with the hallway pitch black, the brothers had staggered into the wrong rooms. One entered the elder sister’s room, the other the younger’s. By the time they realized, it was too late. The doors had closed, the lamps were dim, and alcohol blurred every line that should have kept them apart.

The brides’ relatives stood in stunned silence. Their mother fainted; their father slammed the table in fury:

“This is disgraceful! How will we ever know whose child is whose in the future?”

The grooms’ parents turned pale, torn between defending their sons and condemning them. Word spread quickly, and even at midnight, neighbors whispered outside:

“We said this would happen—twins marrying twins was bound to end in confusion!”

“Now it’s nothing but a scandal for everyone to laugh at.”

Inside those two rooms, the sisters continued to cry bitterly, faces buried in their hands. What had begun as a day of happiness and promise collapsed into a nightmare.

That wedding night became a stain neither family would ever forget.