Bonnie Dane.
"What about this?"
"No, this color doesn't suit you," Devya says, and I sigh for the fifth time this morning, while I go to take a seat on the couch.
Why do I feel so exhausted?
"Sorry I'm just a little tired," I smile weakly, feeling tired all of a sudden, as Devya takes a seat next to me.
"It's fine. We've been trying out a lot, we can take a rest," Devya responds.
"What time is the mehendi( an Indian henna ceremony, usually one for the bride) starting?" I ask her.
"By one, so we still have some hours to go," Devya explains, as my phone rings.
Seeing the caller ID and picture, my lips curl up, as I recall the day Shawn and I, took the picture on my screen.
"Hey babe," I say, as I pick up the call.
"Hello love, how are you?" Shawn asks.
"I'm doing well, how a
