Arthur sighed, leaning onto the couch.
“Amy, we are going shopping not new York fashion week,” he screamed loudly.
His daughter has been taking more than an hour to pick clothes to wear to go for shopping. She wanted to buy a new dress for the wedding. She wanted to look prettier than the bride. And Arthur had accidentally become her chauffeur and assistant for the day, to shop and pack her things for the weekend wedding. And his daughter was driving him crazy even before the shopping began.
“Coming Dad. Just 5 minutes.” He heard her voice from her room. Emily was helping her get ready after Arthur failed to impress his daughter by his pick of clothes for her.
“5 damn minutes,” he muttered. As immersed as he was into his work in the office, he thought working in the office was far more
