Aria sighed softly as she raised her hand to adjust her tiara, only for Rachel to swat her palm.
"Don't!" Rachel glared at her, warning her not to touch anything.
"I thought it was a little slant." Aria pouted, too scared to defy her sister-in-law. Rachel could be quite terrifying when she was angry.
"Your eyes are playing with you. The tiara is fine." Rachel didn't allow her to move as she held her frozen in her spot.
Aria's shoulders deflated and she accepted defeat immediately. Well, if she said so.
It was her wedding. But she had no say in it. Noah had planned everything, with Rachel's assistance of course.
It wasn't that she didn't want to involve herself in the arrangements. But she had been incredibly busy with work and hadn't had much time. Moreover, she trusted Noah's judgment and since the man had assured her to handle everything, she didn't take the stress.
