"Sheti kar, hathaan ta ki mehandi laggi a teri?" she screamed from the staircase before hurrying away.
[Hurry up, have you got henna drying on your hands?]
"Atti hain, you penchod," I shriek, tugging on the deeply cut neckline of delicate ruby lace.
[I'm coming, you fucker.]
They should've heard. Or perhaps I thought so. Fucking idiots could hear if I opened a Doritos bag in the kitchen despite being in the room upstairs or in the house next door, so to not hear this was beyond me.
It took all my will to not change out the marvelous attire. The gown was of shimmering red, with lace and off the shoulders plus a Victorian style puff for the lower half. The sequences shown as of they were reflecting diamonds, hugging the skin beneath the trim, the neckline skimming the fullest part of the small chest before dipping, and going around my back and arms.
I had to sigh. For every grad class they held a boat cruise party which, however much they tried, was more like a regular awkward dance but just hosted upon a boat. It was like a tradition to go and to be honest I had no interest but Greysan insisted. I had missed mine after all, especially since the party was held on the day I married Greysan and my blood family died.
The day we had received the invite, after two weeks of the circling the mail, was another long story.
"You missed it," he said flatly.
"What?"
"Your boat cruise, Mani." He stalked closer, holding the dark blue envelope with my paid invite. I couldn't resist the wince on my face. "It just passed and you didn't mention it."
"Must have slipped the mind," I shrug.
"It was on the 24th, the Friday, the day we married!"
"Greysan it's just a boat cruise, I'll find other ways to drown," I waved it off, hoping off the bed to stretch my limps. Huh. Wonder if walking too much was bad for the baby.
"That's besides the point," Greysan growled when I moved to the comfy chair, reaching for my newest novel.
"I don't want to go to any dance parties, not for awhile at least. Unless it's something like out of a book, I don't want any part of it," I said nonchalantly, showing him my new purchase.
He stared before slowly widening the grin on his face. "What about a masquerade party like the one Emma and Julian attended in Lady Midnight?"
I had to slam my hard cover book shut, narrowing my eyes on him. "The lottery scene wasn't a masquerade party."
"Okay, same thing but-"
"Not the same thing! The lottery was explicitly a party where they dressed up nicely for. Not the same thing as a masquerade."
"Wifey," He sighed thought his nose. "Fine, not the same thing. But please, pretty please for gods sake. Let us have a masquerade party to celebrate your graduation and our wedding. You can dress up as the Feyre to my Rhys," he wove my fingers with mine, pulling me up to my feet, "the Clary to my Jace," he began twirling me in a waltz, "Nora to my Patch," he kissed, voice singing. "The Alina to my Darkling."
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