Chapter 93

Joan’s POV

“You can take a look now,” the makeup artist said, turning the drafting chair so I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I was left speechless, and she placed the veil on my head, making my heart jitter.

It looked so beautiful. I looked this beautiful, and it was a surprise to me at my wedding that I wouldn’t see my reflection till the final touch, just staring at the final touch.

“Do you like it?” She said, patting my cheek with a makeup brush.

“It’s perfect"

“Well, I hope the groom is more shocked than you because you look stunned," she said, and with a fine touch, she kissed my forehead.

It was my wedding day, and I had been up since 5 a.m., but it was worth it; the look was perfect.

Few hours from now, Fred and I would be arriving in the church to exchange our vows before the reception, and even after so much planning, I still felt a knot in my belly, my heart pounding and my hands itching to be held by him.

I imagined what he would look like and what his reaction woul