One of my closest friends was going to get married and wanted to get a bridal makeover. A bridal makeover here includes a comprehensive hair, face and skin routine that takes a few hours to complete. She wanted someone to accompany her for each day of her plans like shopping, bridal makeover, destination arrangements etc. So my friends and I split it amongst ourselves and I was to accompany her to the salon.
The salon was an outlet tucked in the heart of old Delhi, a place famous for bridal shopping as well. We had got a prior appointment there for my friend, so they knew we were coming for the bridal makeover. We reached the place, we were welcomed with two glasses of mango juice post which my friend was whisked inside for the whole process.
The receptionist told me that it’d take a few hours, and asked me to get something done instead of just waiting with her. I was in no mood, really, so I just thought I’ll get a nice head massage and chill with my friend after that. After about 5 mins of waiting, a guy whisked me away to a dim lit room, sat me down on a chair, asked me my choice of oil, closed the door, played some light music and let the head massage begin.