An Enormously English Monsoon Wedding - Plot & Excerpts
Everyone in the village hall was laughing. Everything was twinkling and sparkling. The colours were dazzling. And yes, she had to admit, she’d thoroughly enjoyed losing herself in the Bollywood dancing. Because she really needed to lose herself tonight. She adjusted the turquoise and lilac dupatta, throwing it over her shoulder like she had with her old college scarf, and glanced at her watch. Nearly nine o’clock already. As always when she was away from the Merry Cobbler, she felt a pang of anxiety. Would Sam and Part-time Pearl be able to cope without her? Should she even have come here tonight? Yes, she thought, she should. And hopefully the pub would be quiet anyway as most of the regulars were in here. Yes – the business side of her life was OK. If only the same could be said of the emotional side. Kam wasn’t here to watch as he’d said he would be. She’d known he wouldn’t be, of course. She’d made a complete and utter fool of herself – again. ‘Fabulous!’ Nalisha smiled at them all.
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