EXCERPT When Tate arrived, the Rashidi home was a flurry of activity. Shireen and Vahraz’s wedding was to be the event of the season in Abadan. ‘We would be honored if you could join us at the wedding,’ Mrs. Rashidi said. ‘That’s very kind of you, but…’ His t-shirt and jeans weren’t exactly a wedding outfit. ‘I was just out for a casual day.’ ‘No matter. We can give you a suit jacket, and you can wear it over your shirt. The boys dress like that for weddings,’ said Parshand. ‘Leila, go get a couple suits from my wardrobe,’ Mr. Rashidi ordered his daughter. ‘He is nearly my size.’…