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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.

Joshua asks drowning his whole glass in one. “No,” I answer. “I would marry Ari even if you told me not to.” Anderson smirks and nods. Caleb helps us all fix our hair and suits perfectly. “Anderson I love your hair, but for the wedding lets do a low man bun,” Caleb suggests. Joshua makes a face. “An Alpha shouldn’t have long hair.” Anderson looks back like he is going to make a smartass comment but stops himself. Once we are ready we head out to the garden.

I just didn’t expect she would run away on this day instead of telling my face that she was no longer interested in our agreement. She groans, pushing me gently and sitting down on the bed. “I’m sober now, Alexander.” “That fast?” I chuckle, sitting beside her. She nods, turning to me to show me her cute and still drunk smile. “Still drunk, juuust a tiny bit.” She gestures her hand that I should go behind her. “Why?” I ask, thinking that Kayleigh David is full of wonders. “My scalp is complaining already. My hair wants to breathe, and those hairstylists made sure not a single strand of my hair wouldn’t run away during the wedding ceremony,” she explains. “Help me with these pins,” she adds,

Brand supposed that was a mouthful for just about anyone. The music grew louder still behind the wedding party and, suddenly, there she was. Ulfhild stood under the arbor, resplendent in a red velvet gown, trimmed in gold thread in an intricate braided Viking design, small, sparkling jewels sprinkled throughout. Her dagger lay in a specially tooled sheath at her hip. A crown of riotously colored wildflowers encircled her head. She had been so excited to be told she could have the flowers even though it was winter. Afton Artful Arrangements was her new favorite place. The bright colors were the traditional symbols of fertility and new beginnings and had been important to his shieldmaiden.

"Not now. I'm in the middle of something babe." Vladimir glanced from the empty space to back at his bride. 'Was she truly loose in the head like Oracles or was she suffering from hallucinations?' He wondered. Even if she was mad, Vladimir didn't mind. Sane or insane she was his~ Vladimir stared at his bride, it was hard to keep his eyes off her. She was no longer dressed in the gown from yesterday instead she was wearing an off-shoulder red jumpsuit. Last night her hair had been tied in a bun so he couldn't notice that they were of a platinum white shade, a wild curly untamed mess. She had gotten her hair colour from her grandmother, the Queen of Lycans just like her twin Isak.

Victor 2 - Manny 2 After paying we head to the salon next door. I treat her to a mani-pedi. And a silk press to straighten out her curly, sexy red hair. While I and Vic, get a trim and beard treatment. At the barbershop. I love my facial hair and can’t wait till I can sport a long Viking beard. That My Princess can braid up for me.

Hey, those are my cakes that got wrecked buddy. I quickly scan him, his long blonde hair is tied up in a messy man bun, his stubbly jaw could cut glass, and if his eyes weren’t looking at me filled with murderous intent, I’d say they were beautiful. My favorite shade of blue; like that sky blue crayon that has just a little hint of green in it when you wanted to draw the ocean. This is no mere mortal; this is a Viking someone has brought back from the past, cleaned up and stuffed into a pristine, white, long-sleeved jogging outfit that fits him like a second skin.

"Yeah, is today seriously Wanda's wedding?" Easton laughed it off. "Look at her. Who in their right mind would actually marry her?" His friend quickly agreed. "Right? What kind of rich guy would ever go for someone like her?" Tina was still frozen in shock, muttering to herself, "How could it be Gavin Hackett? That's impossible!" A low, magnetic voice cut through the crowd. "Wanda, what are you waiting for? Come up here." The man standing onstage smiled at me warmly and held out his hand.

From the neck to the waist hug my body perfectly, while the gown is free from the waist. The golden strip of embroideries used in decorating the cape and the upper layer of the gown was damn beautiful and most of all captivating. I wore a charming golden glittering crystal stiletto high heel, that has a fancy mesh lace peep and a toe pump. It was a buckle style shoe, and it wasn't that high, and neither was it that low. Astrid who was helping me in getting dressed helped me to make my wig hair into something that looks very beautiful. Astrid packs my black wig hair into a nice neat ponytail. She did a parting at the right side of the hair, and she made sure to apply a nice expensive ointment

Caitlin had asked Chastity to wear her hair down for the wedding. “No,” Chastity had said with little emotion and walked away. However, Caitlin – and the stylist had convinced Chastity to wear her hair in a piecey bun. The stylist pulled pieces of Chastity’s hair from her crown which created a piecey look that was full of volume and texture. Then she had tucked everything into a loose bun, leaving some face framing strands out for a gorgeous look. Chastity looked like a princess. When Caitlin had told her that, her little sister had just grunted and walked away.