Chapter 25:

What was more weirder than seating across the table with your husband stepmother's who seemed to hate the shit out of you,

Arya fiddled with the needles, gazing at the middle-aged woman who suppressed a snort at her direction, she wrapped the bundle of cloth to her lap and gazed at the needles in her hand, Damn needle work.

"Barbara?" The voice slits Arya's throat like vomit, it was weird, and it certainly did not feel good as Arya called out her name.

"What?" The middle aged woman had snapped at her. The gentle breeze of the day flashed through the curtains and down unto her scattered hair, it made her skin feel a little tampered.

Arya peered at nothing in particular, and massaged her crinkled skin, before she focused back on the needle work, honestly, she had never expected herself in this type of existence. Needle work with her husband's mother, because it was a norm for the Brookes on a Tuesday afternoons?

Damn her fresh Tuesdays now, normally, she was always out with her friends,