The sun dipped low over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the city as Mike stood before his full-length mirror. He smoothed the lapels of his crisp white suit for what felt like the hundredth time, his fingers lingering on the silk of his bow tie.Jeff leaned against the doorframe, checking his watch with an amused smirk. "You know, Mike... even Melissa didn't take this long to get ready, and she was the one designing the outfits."Mike didn't look away from his reflection. "I just want to make sure I look presentable, Jeff. Is that a crime?""Now you’re sounding exactly like Mel," Jeff chuckled, shaking his head."Whatever," Mike replied, finally satisfied with the knot of his tie. "I really wish you and Melissa could have joined us. An Indian wedding is a once-in-a-lifetime experience.""Believe me, we’d be there in a heartbeat if it weren't for the California show," Jeff said, stepping into the room to give Mike a supportive pat on the shoulder. "Break a leg out there, Romeo.
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