You're Just Not My Type : A Grumpy Sunshine Office Romantic Comedy by Aarti V Raman

Author:Aarti V Raman [V Raman, Aarti]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Karou Publishing
Published: 2023-08-13T16:00:00+00:00

“I get it.” Max dumped a loaded plate in front of me.

We were in the shaded tent area where catering had set up tasteful eating areas. The flower arrangements on the tables were huge blushing hydrangeas and tulips in the bride’s signature colors – red and gold. And the silverware was real silver.

Here, the buffet was organized by Michelin Star chef Xavier Rodriguez, of Georgiana’s – a famous restaurant in Los Angeles. And the wedding was managed by Wedding Belles, one of the most elite event management teams in the world. I knew this because Preetika had sent me links on the team and their client list.

E-lite!

The buffet food was served, like they did back in India during wedding receptions. I’d attended a few as a kid and pigged myself out on buffet chaat – paani puris and gulab jamuns before being too sick to enjoy the other forty-three dishes usually on display.

Here, cute chefs manned hot stoves and had nametags for the dishes. Risotto with caramelized mushroom finished with a light glaze of saffron. Paneer (organic cottage cheese) and deep-fried onion served in sizzling garlic and Versailles tomato gravy aka paneer butter masala. And about eighty-seven other sweet, savory, baked and fried goods.

You get the idea.

I was guzzling the last of my fourth, maybe fifth glass of champagne. And my system was buzzing. Everything sparkled just a little more and my smile felt goofy, real than it usually was.

“You get it.” I stabbed my fork into the amazing murg lasooni (garlic butter chicken) appetizer Max had picked out for me. I took a healthy bite of the food.

“You get it.” I salivated. Then, I cocked my head. “What do you get?”

“Why you didn’t want to come alone to this event.” Max stabbed at his own risotto plate. He gave me a look from underneath thick lashes.

I was taken aback by the sheer understanding in him.

“You feel out of step with them now.”

All around us, people in wedding finery talked, ate, and drank and had a generally good time. Aunties in vintage saris and ghaghras, salwar kameezes, with gold, diamond, silver and other gems dripping from their arms, necks, foreheads and - in the case of some of the aunties - waists.

The uncles – regardless of size and height - wore smart suits or traditional kurta pajamas in a rainbow of colors.

It was a truly splashy wedding. Bar none.

The music was a mix of old-school Bollywood and modern tunes. I was surprised a sixteen-piece string quartet wasn’t serenading every inch of the five-hundred-acre vineyard. But maybe the outdoor venue made string quarteting unfeasible. But the rest of the wedding venue was a profusion of flowers – roses, tulips, orchids and a few other flowers and fauna I’d have to search the web for. And gold-plated tealights that glittered through the night sky, with at least fifty twelve-tier chandeliers placed all across the main wedding venue.

The resting and food tents were premium silk. The seating arrangements were nothing short of five-star luxury.

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