Jennet, on the other hand, was a very talkative drunk as she said a lot of things. Since it was her first time getting drunk, so she had no idea she said a lot.
"Marvina, I got a husband but, I don't want to leave him... He is too good for me," she whined and leaned on her friend.
Marvina staggered to her feet when Jennet's weight crushed her. She leaned a hand against the lamppost, supporting their bodies from falling. "Don't leave him. Stay..." she said, slurping amidst her drunkenness.
Jennet let her go and squatted beside her. There, she had her face buried in her palms before she broke into a cry. "I hate my life... I hate them all..."
She hated her life as a noble who never got the chance to embrace freedom. She hated her life as a noble who was treated as a pawn by her mother. She never truly knows the reason for her existence and she was lost in trying to manage her life.