Lavender-scented incense filled the dark room, accompanied by a row of candles being the source of light. Two women sat in silence, slowly feeling their legs going numb. On the other hand, a woman sat in front of them, her back turned towards them. A fan rested tenderly in her hand.

“Red colour has always been associated with marriages. But then again, it is easier to stab a red fabric than a white one.”

(refers to old cases of married women killing their partners in white robes in defiance to their marriage but later on decided to kill them on their wedding night in their red gowns to avoid suspicion)

The pair of mother and daughter glanced at each other, exchanging awkward glances.

The mother tried to speak up. “Um, Miss—”

“Psh, give me some moments, darling. I know that you want your daughter to have a suitable match.” The mysterious woman fanned herself, serene movements being conducted by her hands.

The daughter whispered in annoyance to her mother. “Mum, maybe we should go to someone else. She seems to be too high to even function.” 

The mother scolded her, “Shush, do you know how much I had to spend on booking an appointment for you?”

“Ah, young blood. Still too naive about the world.” The woman finally turned towards her audience of two, skillfully maintaining to cover her face from them.

“A-Ah, I am so sorry about my daughter.” The mother apologised, while side glaring at her daughter.

“No worries, youngsters are bound to have their doubts about our services.” The woman looked down at her register. “You are?”

“Missy Wein.” The daughter answered, receiving a nod from the women.

“Well, good news, Missy Wein. We have a suitable suitor for you, in accordance with your demands.”

The mother was highly pleased, wedding bells already ringing in her head. “Ah, that’s so nice of you, Miss—”

The woman raised her hand, stopping the mother mid-sentence. The delicate fingers closed the fan shut, revealing the face of the woman.

Sharp cherry lips moved, a gentle smirk playing on it. The pair of brown eyes landed on the daughter, who had a slightly grim expression on her face.

“Ready to get married, darling?”