perfect.”
“You’re right, I should really slow down and save it for the reception.” She puts the glass down on the end table beside her. “Ow, shit! Don’t pull so tight, I’m not gonna be able to blink,” she snaps at the hairdresser.
I walk over to a free vanity to put on my makeup. I wish I had Livey with me; she does such a great job making me look good. I guess I’ll have to figure it out myself. I open my bag and pull out some light green eye shadow, eyeliner and sheer lip shine. It’s way too hot to get involved with powder and blush because I’m just going to sweat it off.
I sit down to apply my makeup when Megan comes behind me. I look in the mirror and her reflection, kind of nervous of why she’s standing here. She looks kind of sad. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my heart pounding against my ribs. Did Adam tell her what happened, and if he did, did he tell the truth?
“Nothing, I’m just missing my mother today,” her bright blue eyes look down at the ground, tears looking like they might spill over any second. I know it’s wrong, but I feel relieved it’s not about Adam. Then, I come to my senses and stand to hug her. “It makes me think that she won’t be there for my wedding one day.”
“I’m sorry, Megan. I know how you feel. I miss my dad today, too.” I stroke her back, just like my mom used to do when I was upset.
She sniffles, trying to hold back her tears. “Did your dad leave your mom or something?”
“No, he died a few years ago from a heart attack,” I say sadly. “Special events like this make me miss him more than usual. He won’t be able to give me away one day.”
“Oh, geez, I am so sorry,” she grips my neck, and pulls me in for a tight hug. This time, I’m prepared for it. “Donovan told me that he met your mom and brother, but didn’t mention anything about your dad.”
“It’s alright, girl.” I pull her out at arm’s length. I want to get off the topic of missing our parents. “Now, don’t we both have get ready for this thing?”
“Yeah, I guess I have to redo my makeup, huh?” She wipes under her eyes.
“No, you look wonderful. Thank God for waterproof mascara.” I smile at her, trying to make the mood lighter. It works because I get a laugh out of her. She takes my hand and squeezes it.
“Donovan is very lucky to have you, Allie,” she gushes, her smile reaching her eyes.
“I’m lucky to have him, too.” Her sweet comment makes me blush, and I hope that my man feels the same way about me. I go back to putting on my makeup. By the time I’m done, Stacey is getting into her wedding gown. All the bridesmaids are gathered around her, helping her step into the dress. Two of the girls help slide it up and zip it. Megan slips her veil on just as a woman walks in, who I assume is Stacey’s mom, and squeals.
“Just look at my baby! You look so beautiful, sweetheart!,” she gushes as she walks to her daughter. Both of them look alike, with their auburn hair and green eyes. In those eyes, I see tears pooling. “I can’t believe it’s finally your big day.” She carefully wraps her arms around Stacey.
“Thanks, Mom. I can’t believe it either.” Megan flips the veil over Stacey’s face and turns her around to look in the floor length mirror.
“You, my friend, are beyond beautiful. Now, let’s go get you married. Allie, would you mind getting our bouquets from the fridge in the staff’s kitchen? I’ll be right there to help,” Megan asks as she straightens out the bottom of the wedding dress and helps the bride get into her heels.
“Sure, no problem.” I step out and head down the hall. I walk by another room and hear a bunch of guys talking. That must be the groom’s room. I hear laughing and the clinking of glasses. Then the door opens and I
“You’re right, I should really slow down and save it for the reception.” She puts the glass down on the end table beside her. “Ow, shit! Don’t pull so tight, I’m not gonna be able to blink,” she snaps at the hairdresser.
I walk over to a free vanity to put on my makeup. I wish I had Livey with me; she does such a great job making me look good. I guess I’ll have to figure it out myself. I open my bag and pull out some light green eye shadow, eyeliner and sheer lip shine. It’s way too hot to get involved with powder and blush because I’m just going to sweat it off.
I sit down to apply my makeup when Megan comes behind me. I look in the mirror and her reflection, kind of nervous of why she’s standing here. She looks kind of sad. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my heart pounding against my ribs. Did Adam tell her what happened, and if he did, did he tell the truth?
“Nothing, I’m just missing my mother today,” her bright blue eyes look down at the ground, tears looking like they might spill over any second. I know it’s wrong, but I feel relieved it’s not about Adam. Then, I come to my senses and stand to hug her. “It makes me think that she won’t be there for my wedding one day.”
“I’m sorry, Megan. I know how you feel. I miss my dad today, too.” I stroke her back, just like my mom used to do when I was upset.
She sniffles, trying to hold back her tears. “Did your dad leave your mom or something?”
“No, he died a few years ago from a heart attack,” I say sadly. “Special events like this make me miss him more than usual. He won’t be able to give me away one day.”
“Oh, geez, I am so sorry,” she grips my neck, and pulls me in for a tight hug. This time, I’m prepared for it. “Donovan told me that he met your mom and brother, but didn’t mention anything about your dad.”
“It’s alright, girl.” I pull her out at arm’s length. I want to get off the topic of missing our parents. “Now, don’t we both have get ready for this thing?”
“Yeah, I guess I have to redo my makeup, huh?” She wipes under her eyes.
“No, you look wonderful. Thank God for waterproof mascara.” I smile at her, trying to make the mood lighter. It works because I get a laugh out of her. She takes my hand and squeezes it.
“Donovan is very lucky to have you, Allie,” she gushes, her smile reaching her eyes.
“I’m lucky to have him, too.” Her sweet comment makes me blush, and I hope that my man feels the same way about me. I go back to putting on my makeup. By the time I’m done, Stacey is getting into her wedding gown. All the bridesmaids are gathered around her, helping her step into the dress. Two of the girls help slide it up and zip it. Megan slips her veil on just as a woman walks in, who I assume is Stacey’s mom, and squeals.
“Just look at my baby! You look so beautiful, sweetheart!,” she gushes as she walks to her daughter. Both of them look alike, with their auburn hair and green eyes. In those eyes, I see tears pooling. “I can’t believe it’s finally your big day.” She carefully wraps her arms around Stacey.
“Thanks, Mom. I can’t believe it either.” Megan flips the veil over Stacey’s face and turns her around to look in the floor length mirror.
“You, my friend, are beyond beautiful. Now, let’s go get you married. Allie, would you mind getting our bouquets from the fridge in the staff’s kitchen? I’ll be right there to help,” Megan asks as she straightens out the bottom of the wedding dress and helps the bride get into her heels.
“Sure, no problem.” I step out and head down the hall. I walk by another room and hear a bunch of guys talking. That must be the groom’s room. I hear laughing and the clinking of glasses. Then the door opens and I
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