"Arta! Arta! Listen to this!"
Zia pulled Arta down to the couch the moment the vassal strolled through the door, almost knocking on her big wedding journal--my wedding journal?--off her hands.
"What's the fuss?"
"Have you heard about bridesmaids?"
Arta tilted her head, and Zia flailed her hands excitedly. "Tell her! Tell her!"
Mother! How could she expect me to explain what a bridesmaid was? I had never attended a wedding in my life! Not as a guest, much less on the side of an organizer. Even if I did, I was a man, so I wouldn't know the bride's side of things.
Not that I knew anything about the groom's side either.
Well...I guess this time, I had to consult the movies and dramas I watched in my previous life.
