The crowd parted as took the stage. He adjusted his silk vest, caught Ninel’s eye with a respectful nod, and gripped the microphone. The band struck a playful, bouncy rhythm—the kind that makes even the most serious businessmen start to tap their toes.
The dance floor erupted. Marius, the groom, was pulled into the center of a circle. Adrian paced around them, improvising lyrics to fit the scene. He sang about the endless shopping trips, the bags filled with dresses, and the empty wallets left behind—all with a wink and a smile that said, 'We do it because we love them.'
Ninel Obedeanu laughed, tossing a handful of bills toward the musicians, the traditional gesture of "valoare" signaling that the party had truly begun. The women in the room cheered at the mention of the "magazin," swirling their gowns, while the men shared knowing looks, nursing their glasses of fine whiskey.