Arya's POV

I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, and the midnight blue dress flowed around me like water.

Her hair was still loose over her shoulders, and she couldn't decide what to do with it.

A soft knock sounded on the door. "Arya? May I come in?"

—Yes, Mom.

She entered, already dressed in a beautiful champagne-colored dress and with her hair styled in an elegant high bun.

"You look beautiful," he said, standing behind me. "But your hair... come, let me help you."

Her hands were delicate a