Bridal Veil Short Hair の小説・ストーリー

she said casually, running her fingers through her long hair. Kate smiled, taking a seat next to her. "Of course, darling, but let's do something fun. How about some light highlights? They'll look stunning for... well, any occasion." Hailey raised an eyebrow. "Highlights? Hmm, okay, but nothing too drastic. I don't want to look like a rainbow!" "Don't worry, just subtle ones to enhance your natural look," Kate reassured her. As Hailey settled in, the stylist carefully combed through her long hair. "I don't want it any shorter than my waist," Hailey instructed, glancing at the stylist.

It was keyed into her hair, with the comb being comfortable and the veil being edged with silk flowers too. She balanced on her silver shoes. “Well it's time for you to get married then, I'm sure Jaxon’s mouth will be falling open when he sees you,” She shrugged. She hoped so, too.

Vee added pulling Sheila to One of the little sofas in the room. " Make my hair? but I think it's Just fine." Sheila stated confused. " What do you know? just sit back and watch." vee said and grabbed a Pink lipstick and started applying it on Sheila's already Pink and plump lips. Her hair that was tied into a bun was released, cascading down to her waist. " You have Such lovely and beautiful hair,it's a Shame you don't know how to appreciate it." vee mumbled, fixing her hair. Sheila had jet black hair that flowed to her waist like a calm River. it's a pity she always prefered making it to a bun which always annoyed Vee.

The penthouse overlooking the financial district belonged to her. "Mom, this is insane," I whispered, my voice trembling as I reached up to touch the heavy, layered lace of the cathedral veil draped over my head. It was thick enough to obscure my features, transforming me into a nameless, faceless silhouette. "Ayra’s been gone for only two hours. The wedding is scheduled to start in fifteen minutes. You can't just expect me to walk down the aisle and pretend—"

"Come on! Think about it! You wouldn't have to wait for a taxi, and you know how fast I drive. You'll be at the office in no time." It was too sweet a deal to ignore, so Veil nodded and hurried back into her room to get ready. That day, she opted for something a tad more casual, donning a short black dress that stopped in the middle of her thighs with a pair of formal heels. After finishing her dress, Veil stood in front of the mirror, deliberating what to do with her hair. Almost in a trance, she lifted her hands to touch her lips, feeling Anders' on hers. She remembered his taste so distinctly that it messed with her head.

It was a masterpiece of French lace and satin, heavy and regal, designed to make a statement. Elena Drakov sat in a high-backed chair a few feet away, watching the process with the critical eye of a general inspecting troops. "The veil needs to be longer," Elena commanded, not looking up from her tablet. "It needs to trail at least three feet behind the train. A Drakov bride doesn't walk into a room; she arrives." The seamstress nodded frantically, scribbling notes.

I hummed my approval. She gave me a stiff nod before chewing on her bottom lip. "What is it?" I arched a brow at her, and her eyes connected with mine. "The veil that Brittany selected..." "What about it?" A tiny frown formed on her forehead. "This hairstyle will not allow it. It's kind of long and will drag your hair all day. It's going to suck." she informed wearily, and I sighed! "Burn the veil." There was no way I was going to wear my hair in a high bun. I would rather call off the whole wedding.

“Of course, go… go.” “Lyssa, what the hell kind of hairspray did you use on my hair?” Becca reached to scratch behind her ear. “It itches.” “I just need five minutes in the mirror—” Lyssa stopped, finger pointed. “Becca Louise Duran! I worked too hard to get a natural look that can resist the gale force winds off this damn beach, so you will sit on your hands if you get the urge to touch. At least until after pictures.” Terez laughed at the young woman as she carefully fitted the veil amid the sophisticated curls framing Becca’s face and neck, letting the sheer fabric fall in floaty layers to the bride’s shoulders.

Hoping everything runs fine, and it ends too soon. The make-up artist placed the silver tiny leaves with a rose hairdresser on the left side of my head and fastened it with a hairpin in order not to fall. Another retouched before she placed the wedding veil. A satisfaction was in her downturn green eyes. I mumbled a thank you at her, and she simply nodded. My head moved to the opening door and I gasped. “Verona!” I exclaimed, she wore a red dress that conformed to her color and her dyed ash blue hair tied in a braid style. The corner of her eyes crinkled as she revealed her toothy grin.

Because just yesterday, all that was in her mind was getting married in front of a pastor, witnessed by her family, wearing simple clothes. But look at her now. Haisley wore a beautiful knee-length white dress – Abigail suggested to avoid looking too short – with seven-centimeter heels. Her shoulders were wide open with balloons on both sides. Her hair was beautifully styled, adorned with a beautiful tiara on top, supporting her floor-length bridal veil. A bouquet of white roses was held in her hands. Haisley truly felt like a princess at this moment. Plus, her subtly applied makeup made her look fresh, not making others forget her usual face.