CHAPTER 5 * PART 1

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Trailer Trash & Voltaire

My year of high school would start the next week and Copt. was leaving the next morning. I couldn't have been more relieved to see him though. Even better, Mr. Kerdthongtavee cousins were celebrating their daughter's engagement party and the whole family was attending, she was getting engaged some guy name Dev Bashir. He was from India, He was a CEO of bank. I was staying at home. So I wouldn't have to endure another dinner invisible to him like a ghost.

I was used to staying behind on these occasions. I was an outsider and as Tee explain to me, I didn't have a social status it would cost a stir. "I didn't have a social status."

I decided to go through my closet and put together some outfits for the new school year. Before leaving Tee stop by my room he was wearing a beautiful Sherwani it was navy blue silk and a red handkerchief with gold bottoms on the right hand side and white pants, He looked so handsome. He was holding in his hands what it appeared to be another Sherwani.

 He was holding in his hands what it appeared to be another Sherwani

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"Oh wow, that's gorgeous!" I gushed. He had lost his early teen look and was blossoming into a head-turning, gorgeous man. No doubt Bethany Watson was still drooling over him.

"Mom got it from New Delhi last month." He draped on the others sherwani a the bed. Its was silk light pink with a floral silk handkerchief and buttons on the right hand side and on the middle collier a red ruby, light khakis pants that mashed perfectly with the sherwani.

After that Tee left. I carefully held the sherwani up to my body. In the mirror and I could see Mrs. Kerdthongtavee knew what she was doing when she picked up this color. The light pink matched the rose of my cheeks, and my pale skin didn't look washed out at all, but Dewy and fresh.

 The light pink matched  the rose of my cheeks, and my pale skin didn't look washed out at all, but Dewy and fresh

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What what the hell-why not try it on? I pull off my jeans and my t-shirt and just leave my muscle tee. I bottom down and bull on the sherwani over my shoulders. Even putting the sherwani on it didn't hide where I came from. But I somehow felt like I belong in it. I threw my and jeans on to the laundry basket. Might as well wear it while finishing the laundry. Where else am I going to wear it? Dairy Queen?

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