Here comes the Bride, all dressed in...Red, Pink, or Gold?

Lately my mother has started badgering me about marriage pretty much on a daily basis. An off handed comment about my ripe, marriageable age...a meaningful glance at my friend's wedding card. Oh and going to the mall with her in this season is like punching a thorn bag! Everywhere there are wedding ensembles decorating the shop windows, and my mom does not waste a single moment to get on with it and mention how a deep pink would look so pretty. u-g-h!!
My elder sisters, not ones to be left behind, have their entire look figured out for my wedding!
They have every detail down to the T...right from their colour coordinated sharaaras, to the jewellery that will go on and the way their hair needs to be primped and oh! yes! the sandals need to have 3 inch heels atleast (to avoid tripping on the fabric..duh!).

Right, every detail but one... I AM NOT GETTING MARRIED!!!!!!!!!! :-S

Maybe i should move to another city...But would that be enough to get them off my back? ... and then i fear for my younger brother...what will become of him if my family cant get their hands on me - their favourite wedding bait!!