Page 70 of Pillow Talk
‘You know we could just stay home. Mylen may get married again. We could just skip this wedding and go to his next one,’ he said.
Shona pushed him back playfully, stepped out and shut her door.
‘Stop it. We’re going,’ she said.
He leaned in and sniffed her neck.
‘As long as I get to unwrap that sari later,’ he whispered.
She raised an eyebrow and pulled him towards the lift.
They arrived at the venue 35minutes later. It was at a hotel set on top of a hill in Grayston. The view was spectacular but not as stunning as Shona. Sen couldn’t stop looking at her.
He ushered her out of his car and they walked towards the venue. Sen’s grandfather spotted them just as they entered.
‘Senthil and beautiful Shona, hello my sweet children,’ he said.
Sen shook his head, almost imperceptibly. His grandfather was laying it on a bit thick. Shona didn’t notice the mischief in the old man’s eyes.
‘Hello, MrAiyer,’ she said sweetly. Sen shook his head again. Sweet Shona. He wanted to laugh. There was nothing sweet about her.
‘Ah, there are your parents,’ his grandfather said pointing to the couple, who were at the drinks table in the foyer.
Sen groaned under his breath. His grandfather’s eyes sparkled like Christmas had come early.
Sen led Shona towards his parents and, as they approached, his father’s face broke into a broad smile.
‘Dad, you’ve already met Shona. Shona, this is my mother.’
His mother, looking elegant in a dark blue sari, looked at Sen and then at Shona.
‘Hello, Shona. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,’ she said politely.
Shona managed to utter an acceptable greeting.
Sen’s mother turned her eyes back to him. He widened his eyes at her but she wasn’t taking a hint.
‘Shona, I’m impressed with the way your business is going. Designing a Harpers dress is a major coup,’ his father said.
‘Thank you, MrAiyer,’ she replied.
A woman in a floral sari approached them.
‘I’m so sorry to interrupt but are you Shona Shah?’
Shona nodded nervously. Sen placed his palm on her back, a move his mother did not miss. He instantly removed his hand. Seriously! This was ridiculous, he thought.
‘I’m Jenene Anthony. You made my veil last December. You couriered it to me,’ she explained.
Shona’s eyes lit up. ‘Jenene, I remember. How was it – the wedding?’
Jenene smiled widely.
‘You were right about the first look,’ she said.
Shona laughed.
‘Told you.’ Then she turned to Sen and said, ‘And I told you too.’
