The man at the aisle

~A WEEK LATER~

Angelina's heart hammered inside her chest as the women applied some makeup to her face while the other made her slip into her gown.

Today was the most amazing day of her life and she couldn't help the thick nervousness that surge through her body.

Was Sylvester ready?, what would she do after standing in front of the man she loved with her whole being.

“You look gorgeous, dear,” Sylvester's mum said. From the mirror, angelina saw nancy and tasha nodding.

They really did work their magic. Perfectly, she should say. The first thing she noticed was her hair. Tasha didn’t overdo it. It was simple yet so beautiful. Her hair was still down, but instead it was designed into a messy braid but with curls.

White flowers were pinned along the length, with a simple and elegant crystal tiara on top of her head. Her gaze moved down, and she was thankful to see that Sylvester's mum kept her make-up light. Her eyelashes were coated with mascara, and they appeared really long. Her li