“Mother,” Zara said in a somewhat reproving voice. “Does the music need to be quite so loud?”
She stood in Noah’s house—which would soon be her house too—and let her sisters make sure all the pieces of her traditional lehnga, which Ash had sewn beautifully, fit and laid right. They wove flowers through her hair, and Sai was currently painting her right arm in intricate henna swirls. Zara’s left arm was already done, and the wedding was only an hour away now.
lehnga“It is a party,” her mother said in response.
Zara rolled her eyes, but she didn’t say anything else. She had to live in this neighborhood, and while Noah had been here for a while and said the neighbors were nice, not everyone enjoyed Indian music at ten o’clock in the morning.
There would be the ceremony, and then a huge lu
