“Why should I wear a black wedding dress? I don’t want that”, Arya whined.

She just had her skin care routine done, had pins in various places on her hair and is presently standing in her walk-in closet, soaking in the horror of wearing a dark wedding dress.

“I’m sorry ma’m. Don picked out the dress himself and I dare not go against him”, Rosa, her maid said politely.

‘Oh, he picked my wedding dress, how convenient’, Arya thought to herself.

“Where is my seamstress”, she asked Rosa after a while.

“She’s right outside the door, would you like to make any amend”, Rosa asked.

‘Amend, funny’, Arya laughed in...