Chapter 17Turning left and right, Rashmi studied himself in the full-length mirror with a critical eye. His tuxedo was made to measure and one he rarely wore but it still fitted well. He’d selected a white orchid for his boutonniere, just like the one he’d placed in his altar. The flower was one that Sadiq had always loved. For some reason it feels right. It’s almost as if he’s nearby.
He looked at his hair and grimaced. It was oiled into a slick side-part and secured at the nape of his neck into a demure ponytail. At least it makes me almost unrecognisable to my normal appearance, even once my shemagh is removed. Sadiq would make me wash my hair. A soft smile curved Rashmi’s lips. No, he would wash it for me.
But there was more to the ornament that he slid into his hair. Twisting around
