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They needed to see life continuing after their losses. And maybe they needed to see their President celebrating life by marrying his old lady, the mother of his children.
“You know what? You’re right, we do need a little bit of a celebration. Not a big one because that’s not who I am. No bachelorette party as we don’t have time for one but we can hang out at the clubhouse on Christmas Eve. It will be fun.”
River gave me a look but then nodded. “Okay, I’ll give you that because you’re right.” She looked around at the shops we were passing scrunching her nose. “I don’t think we’re going to get a dress you’d like here. It’s so not your type of scene.”
Looking around I had to agree. I wouldn’t be seen dead in most to the clothes on display.
“Let’s get out of here and go to the Oriental Plaza. I know it’s out of our way but they have plenty shops with all kinds of clothes and shoes.”
We didn’t hesitate and got out of there and on the road.
Walking into the Plaza I knew it was the right decision. The smell of incense hung in the air along with the delicious smells of food.
“I love coming here to shop.” River said.
“Me too. I buy my Doc Martens from a shop here.”
Grabbing my hand River dragged me over to a window displaying saris.
“What about going traditional? You would look absolutely stunning in one of these.” She pointed at a beautiful green and gold one.
I was about to answer when a lady popped up next to us.
“You are wanting to buy a sari?” She asked.
Before I could say a word River started chatting with her. Telling her I was half Indian and that my mother passed after I was born and my dad raised me on his own.
And then came the kicker. The minute she told her I was getting married and I was here looking for something in red the lady started shouting at the other lady who was still in the store.
We were dragged inside with a lot of chattering and taken to the back.
The lady who had been chatting to us gestured at a rack of jewel coloured saris.
“These here are wedding saris but I don’t think that’s your style.” She pointed towards the other side of the narrow shop. “I’m thinking something like a Salwar Kameez or a Lehenga Choli is what you need. Some of them come with a dupatta, some without. Some with heavy embroidery and embossed with gold, but there are others that are less ornamental.”
I had no idea what she was talking about and she obviously saw it on my face and on River’s as well.
“Let me explain. Salwar means pants and Kameez means top, a long top that is knee length, sometimes longer, it has splits up the sides to the top of the thigh. Dupatta is the long scarf we pair with an outfit. A Lehenga is a long pleated skirt and the choli is the cropped top you wear with it. Usually you wear it with a dupatta.”
Both ladies looked me up and down then nodded at each other.
“You are small, very petite with a slim waist. Let’s try a couple on and see what looks best on you.”
And so started the fashion parade to end all fashion parades.
When we eventually left the store I had promised Samira, that’s her name, I would send her photos of the day. She was very intrigued when River let slip I was marrying a biker. Her number was now in my phone and I had promised to visit her shop again.
I was over the moon happy with what I would be wearing on my wedding day.
It would be the first time I would be wearing something that honoured my Indian heritage.
From the Oriental Plaza we headed to the shop where we would be buying the Christmas decorations. To say we overdid it was not an exaggeration, we bought enough to decorate two clubhouses. The brothers were going to be so pissed when we were done. It was going to be a very blingy Christmas.
Once we were done with the decorations we started the most important part of our shopping trip.
The kids presents.
But first we stopped for a late lunch at a coffee shop.
