Dad's Wine Cleared My Shallow Fate

In Vinewood, when a child is born the family buries wine, and when a daughter marries the jar is opened. With my wedding almost here, I went to dig up my wine from under the sweet olive tree, only to find it already gone. I hurried home and walked in on my fiancé handing my aged bridal wine to my stepsister. "Your mom said you want to livestream a heritage wedding ceremony. On the day, you'll sit in the bridal sedan holding the aged bridal wine, and we'll stream the whole thing." Seeing me come in, my brother frowned and said sternly: