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"You look stunning," Dior said as she looked at me from the mirror. She's holding a make-up brush while smiling at me widely, proud of what she's done to my face and my hair.

She's my maid of honor and she was also in charge of my hair and makeup. Aside from being a designer, she also has a certification on makeup and hairstyling. She trained for months and had done side jobs related to this.

I stared at myself in the mirror, couldn't believe that I look like this. The make-up wasn't excessive and exaggerated but it's just enough to accentuate all of my features. My hair - is in a French braid with loose strands gelled together, falling on either side of my face.

"I cannot wait to see you in your wedding gown," she giggled as she fixed her make-up. She only left her brush and loose powder for touch up later on. "Amanda is waiting for you. Go and wear your gown." She looked at her wristwatch." It's almost three. You have to be there at three-thirty or Ambrose will