I have no idea. I try on several outfits. Jeans with blue-striped T-shirt, jeans with a tank and crocheted vest, capris with the striped T-shirt, white Bermudas with black top, two skirts, and a sundress. Or almost the entire contents of my suitcase. What look am I going for? Casual, cute, or sophisticated? I don’t know. Am I trying to impress Shaan? Am I trying to make Dad proud? Could one outfit do both? I need a stylist or at least a good fashion magazine to copy from. Finally, I chose the skinny jeans with the red tank and swirly crocheted vest. Dad left a few hours ago. He has to do some publicity shots and asked us to come around eleven. “So you don’t get bored waiting around,” he’d said. I don’t know why he’s so worried about us being bored. We’re going to be on a movie set! Shiva drives Shaan and me to Film Studios. “I love song shooting,” he’d declared that morning as he rushed around finishing up all his morning duties. Shaan whispers, “I hope you weren’t too freaked by our rickshaw-bike chase.
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