In a cosy provincial village in the hills of Provence, France, there lived two families who became the centre of attention for the entire region.
The Moro family raised twin daughters, Isabelle and Camille, who were so similar that it was difficult to tell them apart by their appearance, body type, and even their voices. Not far from them lived the Dubois family, who also had identical twins, Lucien and Philippe, so similar in appearance that even their relatives sometimes got confused trying to tell them apart.
Fate seemed to weave their lives into one story. As the children grew up, the two pairs of twins fell in love with each other. Initially, their parents were concerned that the situation could lead to confusion, but seeing the sincerity of their feelings, they eventually agreed to their marriage.
On the wedding day, the whole village gathered in the square to celebrate the event. Wine flowed, music played, and laughter filled the air. However, when the guests saw the two grooms and their brides, they couldn’t help but smile:
‘Mon Dieu! How will they know who belongs to whom tonight? They might end up in the wrong rooms!’
The jokes created a cheerful mood, but beneath the joyful surface there was a strange tension.
After a long day of celebrations and drinking, both grooms were so drunk that they could barely stand on their feet. The sisters helped them to their wedding chambers, located at opposite ends of their parents’ spacious farmhouse and separated by a dimly lit corridor. Before closing the door, Isabel whispered to her sister:
‘We’re twins, Camille, but for goodness’ sake, let’s not mix up our husbands tonight.’
No one could have imagined that chaos would soon ensue.
About half an hour had passed when silence finally fell over the Moro family home, and suddenly there were screams and cries coming from both wedding rooms. Relatives rushed into the hallway and eagerly threw open the doors to see what had caused them to freeze in their tracks.
Lucien and Philippe, with drunken flushes on their faces, sat in confusion, while Isabelle and Camille sobbed on the floor.
‘I… I was with the wrong one!’ Camille sobbed.
‘Me too…’ Isabelle’s voice broke, full of despair.
The terrible truth was revealed: due to intoxication, dim lighting in the corridor, and clouded judgment, the brothers had accidentally entered the wrong rooms. The doors were closed, the candles burned dimly, and the effects of wine blurred the clear boundaries between the twins. By the time they realised their mistake, it was too late.
Panic broke out in the Moro family home. Their mother fainted, and their father angrily slammed his fist on the table, exclaiming:
‘Quelle honte! What a disgrace! Who will now be able to tell whose child belongs to whom?’
On the other side of the corridor, the Dubois parents stood pale and trembling, unable to decide whether to condemn or excuse their sons. Outside in the village, awakened by the noise, the residents began to gather in the street, discussing what had happened:
‘We warned you that if the twins got married, there would be confusion!’
‘Now this story will be the subject of jokes for years to come!’
Meanwhile, Isabel and Camille continued to cry, hiding their faces in their rooms. What had started as one of the happiest days of their lives turned into a real tragedy.
Instead of uniting families in joy, this wedding night left a deep mark — a story of love, fate, and unexpected trials that the village of Provence will remember for a long time.
Conclusion: This instructive story reminds us how thin the line between happiness and chaos can be, especially when fate plays its mysterious games. Despite all the difficulties, love and family remain the most important values that can unite even in the most unexpected circumstances.
