Aisha Dheer is your average 30 year old. She worked as a project manager in one of the biggest firms in London and had made quite the life for herself. She frequented a lot of vacations, which often included destinations like Tokyo, Seoul and Cairo...
I stood in front of the mirror, evaluating my sangeet outift. My hair was still not done, makeup incomplete and I stood in a bathrobe, the dress in my hands.
"I hope I fit, I got this a long time ago." I said to June, who was washing her face in the bathroom.
"You will, you've lost some weight since when you got the dress." June assured, wiping her face.
I nodded, as I went into my small walk in closet and put on my outfit. It was a mint and pink dress, with a long top and a skirt like bottom.
So when I just stood, it looked like a skirt but was actually very flared, palazzo like pants called shararas.
It had very intricate work, was full sleeved and I loved it. I had gotten it back in Leicester and had fallen in love with it at first sight.
The dress fit me fortunately, and very perfectly. It was a little tight when I had first bought it, but now it hugged me in all the perfect places.
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I came out of the closet where June was sitting on the bed, applying concealer on her face.
"How is it?" I twirled around nervously in front of her.
My mom knocked on the door. "Girls! We leave in around 2 hours so be done quickly!" She said and I could hear her retreating footsteps.
June looked up from her handheld mirror to give out a gasp.
"Oh my god. That fits you perfectly! Everyone is gonna go gaga over you tonight." June clicked her tongue and resumed on her makeup.
"You should go put your dress on too." I said, sitting down at my vanity, resuming my half done makeup.
"Oh yeah." She grabbed her pink outfit and went into the closet.
I started with my eyes and in around half an hour, I was done with my makeup. June wasn't out yet.
"Do you need help June?" I asked, knocking on the closet door.
"No, I'm okay! Just a little nervous." Her voice came out as the lock turned.
I gave a small smile as the closet door opened, revealing a dressed June.
She had chosen a floral patterned, dusty pink lehenga with an off shoulder blouse.
"That's beautiful June! It suits you so much!" I hugged her slowly. We stayed like that for a few seconds when she pulled back.
"We still need to get ready." June laughed as she sat on her place at the bed and continued with her makeup.
