Here comes the groom

Naya was deep in thought as her mother tied the bow of her dress behind her waist. She felt ridiculous in that flowery knee-length dress, and to make matters worse, her mother had put a green bow in her hair. Her parents had dressed her up as a traditional girl who preserved old customs. Outdated traditions, that a woman only had to be a lady of the house.

She rolled her eyes when her mother showed her the sandal, all smiles. It was a pink shoe. She didn't know whether to laugh or throw up.

“Look at you, Naya! You look beautiful!” Her mother pointed at her in the reflection of the mirror, pride evident in her smile.

“I don't know, Mom. Maybe you're missing an apron...”

“Don't be ironic, Naya. You know your father doesn't approve of progressivism in our family.”

Anna looked at her mother.

“I don't know whether to feel pity or anger towards you.”

“Why?”

Naya took a deep breath.

“You let Dad make you live like this... Outdated, and it's hit me too! I wasn't born to st