In which Arya looks like a cake covered with goose feathers
"I look like a cake covered in goose feathers," Arya said grumpily, coming out of the dressing room and nearly falling flat on her face with from the hideous amount of train the dress she was trying on had.
"IT'S PERFECT!" Sansa and Cat squealed simultaneously, rushing over to Arya and grabbing at her so that the feathers flared up and went right into her nostrils. It took a fit of coughing to get them out again.
"You have got to be kidding me," she snapped, trying to push down the fluffy amounts of tulle.
"Oh Arya," her mother said, tears in her eyes. "My baby girl..."
"Stop mom," Arya said, alarmed. "I'm not wearing this. No way in hell."
"But it's a Vera Wang-"
"I don't care if it was made by Coco Chanel," Arya snarled across Sansa, who looked absolutely mortified. "It's not me. I look like I've been smeared with tar and rolled around in KFC."
"You do not look like you're covered in dirty chicken feathers!" Sansa snapped right back, incredibly flustered. "Arya this dress is-"
"Hideous, I know," Arya said. "Can I go take it off now?"
"NO!" Sansa cried. She look extremely put out. "Arya you don't know-"
"All I know is that I can't walk," Arya growled, cutting across her again. "This is ridiculous. I look ridiculous. This is my wedding. I'm taking it off."
"Mom!" Sansa hollered.
Catelyn laughed.
"It is a little big on you, isn't it Arya?" She said wisely, looking the dress over again. "But I think it looks nice."
Arya scowled.
"If you don't like it, go take it off and show us something you do like," Cat relented, giving her a watery smile.
"Just save the tears for the wedding," Arya said, almost begging.
"That's a Vera Wang-"
"Then you wear it!" Arya shouted, effectively cutting Sansa off, and she stomped back into the dressing room, dragging the stupid dress behind her.
Shopping for wedding dresses had been a nightmare. Sansa, it would appear, had already picked out fifty million dresses, all of which Arya hated on sight. It was like she was trying to pick the worst dresses in the store. Tight fitting, too much bulk, and lacy! So. Much. Lace. Arya felt like she was going to have nightmares about being attacked by hordes of angry, vengeful, lace and tulle.
She sighed, and then spent ten minutes wriggling out of the dress, which would be more appropriately named, 'the death trap of lace and feathers.' When she was finally free, and able to breathe without inhaling feathers, she heard a beep coming from her phone, signaling a text from Gendry. Grinning, she picked it up.
Best one yet.
She fought the urge to laugh aloud. The only way she had survived dress shopping was by texting Gendry pictures of the outrageous getups and then reading his responses. It was too bad Sansa refused to let him come along. Then it might have been fun.
Stop. She texted back. I looked like a marshmallow.
Or some rare form of exotic bird. Were those wings I saw?
Ha. Ha.
"Arya? Are you okay in there?" It was her mother.
Arya sighed and set down her phone, her eyes quickly scanning the dresses to see where the one she had somehow been able to snatch had gotten to. She found it hidden under that dress made entirely out of lace; the one that had made her look more like a stripper than a bride.
She liked this dress. It was short, coming to her knees, but not without taste. Just the right about of flowing in the skirt, and fitted nicely at the top. It was simple, and just a bit 50's, but she liked it all the same. For a wedding dress, it was all right. It fit well, too.
She stepped out of the room, ready to hear Sansa's shrieks of disapproval, but there was only silence.
And then her Mom burst into tears.
"Oh my god mom, it's not that bad," Arya sighed. "Is it?"
She had thought it was nice.
"You look so beautiful!" Cat sniffed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I know I said not to cry."
"But you're crying anyways because we all knew that promise was an empty one," Sansa said, patting their mother on the back. She looked at Arya.
"I was wrong," she said with a shrug. "You look fantastic. Get that one."
"Really?" Arya blinked, shocked.
Sansa smiled.
"Really."
short, again. The wedding (coming up soon!) will be long, I believ
