Yesterday, I randomly wandered in to Sari Palace, with the hopes of avoiding a trip to Artesia by finding a perfect lehnga to wear at my wedding reception. Immediately, I saw "the one." No alternatives, no questions. I wanted it. It wanted me. It was all so romantic.Unfortunately, I had to wait for my mom to see it (and pay for it) before I could make it mine. I begged the sales girl to set it aside for me until the next day.
I guess my begging fell on deaf ears, because today I went back, saw the lehnga sitting on the counter, and I was like, "This is my lehnga, I'd like to buy it."
The sales lady says, "But that other customer is buying it."
I was like, "But this is my lehnga."
I cried, for reals. Luckily, the owner felt bad and said she would get a replica custom-made to my measurements, for the same price. Whew!!
However, for a brief moment, I pictured some scene out of a movie in which two women fight like maniacs over a wedding dress, tearing each other's hair out and clawing at each other's faces.
It didn't come to that, but I'd like to think that, if it had, I could beat her down.
