Skanda Bharti's POV
The front doors are clean bright and make the ever so perfect entrance for the big day. It paves the way to the room furnished with lush red carpet and oak woodwork.
The inside stands unique with pale blue and light peach-colored flowers. I catch a glimpse of two girls sitting at the gift table laid with the matching blue tablecloth. They ask us to write our names in the book of guests and take the gifts. My mom has brought an expensive gift before I arrived. So, I don't know what it is, but knowing my mother's taste, it is going to be something useful and fancy which would knock off any other.
She has always been very particular about those things. I roll my eyes as she smugly but carefully hands the box to the lady. On cue, a young man wearing a white dress shirt
