I walk around the mandap, greeting the guests as the women get their Mehendi done, I smile and watch them from afar, leaning against the wall, when one catches my eyes. Wearing silver Lehenga, she is mesmerizing. She laughs at something the bride says, her hand clad in the red stain.

A waiter walks past her and she pouts and licks her lips, I jog to them, "Hey ladies need any help?"