Greer’s POV
The idea of me giving up, went flying out of the window shortly after we arrived at the mall. Precisely at the bridal section. Different bridal showers' stuff were neatly stocked up in their positions. Different colors of tiaras, shapes of tiaras, sizes, "bride to be" sashes, stiletto heels, sets of sexy lingerie, balloons, banners, photo worthy backdrops. I was confused for a while. What were we doing here? Veda was only having a wedding right? Why are we here? She wasn't some sort of young adult. She was a full grown adult.
Whose idea was it?
I stopped in front of the sashes that were neatly arranged. Indira was already helping her out to pick some stuff. When my mom saw that I only stood there doing nothing. I knew that was the cue for her to make a drama out of it.
