MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE
So now she stood, curls snaking around her face and onto her shoulders—her eyes unrecognisable after the skilled attention of the makeup artist.
"Uno o l’altro," the beautician had explained as she’d scrutinized her face, and Brianna had understood—she could play up either her eyes or her mouth, but not both.
The eyes had it!
Slate-grey eyeshadow and lashings of eyeliner and mascara brought out every last glimmer of blue in her eyes; soft blush accentuated her cheekbones; and her lips were full but teasingly neutral. As for the dress, black had never been less safe. A million hand-sewn black glass beads covered every inch of fabric, and the deep empress line showed off her bosom—and from the
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