my hair back. “I can’t believe it’s here already,” I turned to her. Suddenly, feeling like a little girl, I wrapped my arms around her. “Mommy, I’m scared.”
“Sweetie,” she gently ran her fingers through my tangled hair , just like she used to do when I was little and had a nightmare. “It’s okay to be scared.”
“What if I fall? Or throw up? Or forget what I’m supposed to say?” Caeden and I were performing the traditional vows for the main wedding , but then for the binding ceremony, we’d created our own vows.
“Soph, you’ll be fine,” she held me close. “Daddy will be there to walk you down the aisle and Caeden will take you from there,” she pulled away with tears in her eyes. “I always knew this day would come but I never imagined it would happen so soon. Maybe when you were thirty,” she pulled away with a laugh. “But everything happens for a reason, Soph. You and Caeden-” she shook her head. “It reminds me of your father and me when we were younger and I’m just blessed that my little girl has found a love like I found with her father. A love that will last forever and endure any obstacle.”
I smiled, already feeling better.
“Go hop in the shower so we can start on your hair and makeup.”
I scurried out of the room , trying not to trip over the moving boxes I had packed last night, and went into the shower. I let the warm water glide down my body as I scrubbed every inch of myself. Yesterday, at the spa, I had been waxed so my legs were smooth and flawless. I rubbed my cookie scented body wash into my skin to enhance my natural scent that Caeden loved so much.
I dried off and pulled on some baggy sweatpants and tank top.
I opened the door. “Alright, I’m clean. Subject me to your torture.”
“Chair. Now.” Chris said from the hallway as she pointed to one of the kitchen chairs. She held her large purple case of makeup in her hand. I sat down and she dropped her case onto the table. She popped the locks and began rummaging through it.
“Can I at least eat something first? I’m starving.”
“I’ve got that covered,” she pulled an egg McMuffin from McDonalds out of her purse. “It’s still warm.”
I bit into the sandwich as she pulled out different vials and containers of concealer, foundation, blush, eye shadow, and mascara.
She turned to my mom and asked, “What are you planning to do with her hair?”
“Something simple. Probably a braid with a side bun.”
“That’ll be gorgeous! Especially with her dress,” Chris gushed and turned back her makeup. “I’m thinking cream colors with just a touch of pink and shimmer.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said around my last bite of sandwich.
She grabbed a bottle of foundation and poured a little on her hand before tapping her finger in it and dabbing my face. She grabbed up a round looking brush and swirled it over my face, blending the liquid in. Next, she picked up some kind of white looking stick and swirled it under my eyes. “To brighten,” she said to answer my horrified look. I relaxed a bit. She swirled a pale pink blush over my cheekbones and then moved to my eyes. “Close them,” she commanded and I reluctantly shut my eyes. “You have nothing to worry about,” Chris assured me.
When she finished my makeup , I stood to go look in the mirror but she pushed me back down. “Nuh-huh. Hair and dress first. You need to get the full affect.”
I glared at her. Wait until it was her wedding.
Mom brushed my hair and then she used a huge roller to curl it into loose waves. She parted my hair so that there was more on the left side and then proceeded to braid it back and pulled the remaining hair into a side bun. She came around to my front and pulled a few strategic pieces loose to frame my face. “Beautiful,” she said with tears in her eyes. “Dress time,” she took my hand and led me to my bedroom.
She pulled the voluptuous dress out of its confinement and I stripped myself
“Sweetie,” she gently ran her fingers through my tangled hair , just like she used to do when I was little and had a nightmare. “It’s okay to be scared.”
“What if I fall? Or throw up? Or forget what I’m supposed to say?” Caeden and I were performing the traditional vows for the main wedding , but then for the binding ceremony, we’d created our own vows.
“Soph, you’ll be fine,” she held me close. “Daddy will be there to walk you down the aisle and Caeden will take you from there,” she pulled away with tears in her eyes. “I always knew this day would come but I never imagined it would happen so soon. Maybe when you were thirty,” she pulled away with a laugh. “But everything happens for a reason, Soph. You and Caeden-” she shook her head. “It reminds me of your father and me when we were younger and I’m just blessed that my little girl has found a love like I found with her father. A love that will last forever and endure any obstacle.”
I smiled, already feeling better.
“Go hop in the shower so we can start on your hair and makeup.”
I scurried out of the room , trying not to trip over the moving boxes I had packed last night, and went into the shower. I let the warm water glide down my body as I scrubbed every inch of myself. Yesterday, at the spa, I had been waxed so my legs were smooth and flawless. I rubbed my cookie scented body wash into my skin to enhance my natural scent that Caeden loved so much.
I dried off and pulled on some baggy sweatpants and tank top.
I opened the door. “Alright, I’m clean. Subject me to your torture.”
“Chair. Now.” Chris said from the hallway as she pointed to one of the kitchen chairs. She held her large purple case of makeup in her hand. I sat down and she dropped her case onto the table. She popped the locks and began rummaging through it.
“Can I at least eat something first? I’m starving.”
“I’ve got that covered,” she pulled an egg McMuffin from McDonalds out of her purse. “It’s still warm.”
I bit into the sandwich as she pulled out different vials and containers of concealer, foundation, blush, eye shadow, and mascara.
She turned to my mom and asked, “What are you planning to do with her hair?”
“Something simple. Probably a braid with a side bun.”
“That’ll be gorgeous! Especially with her dress,” Chris gushed and turned back her makeup. “I’m thinking cream colors with just a touch of pink and shimmer.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said around my last bite of sandwich.
She grabbed a bottle of foundation and poured a little on her hand before tapping her finger in it and dabbing my face. She grabbed up a round looking brush and swirled it over my face, blending the liquid in. Next, she picked up some kind of white looking stick and swirled it under my eyes. “To brighten,” she said to answer my horrified look. I relaxed a bit. She swirled a pale pink blush over my cheekbones and then moved to my eyes. “Close them,” she commanded and I reluctantly shut my eyes. “You have nothing to worry about,” Chris assured me.
When she finished my makeup , I stood to go look in the mirror but she pushed me back down. “Nuh-huh. Hair and dress first. You need to get the full affect.”
I glared at her. Wait until it was her wedding.
Mom brushed my hair and then she used a huge roller to curl it into loose waves. She parted my hair so that there was more on the left side and then proceeded to braid it back and pulled the remaining hair into a side bun. She came around to my front and pulled a few strategic pieces loose to frame my face. “Beautiful,” she said with tears in her eyes. “Dress time,” she took my hand and led me to my bedroom.
She pulled the voluptuous dress out of its confinement and I stripped myself
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