Half Up Viking Wedding Hair Novels & Stories

The pièce de résistance of her ensemble was the fiery red bodycon dress; its fabric hugged her curves tantalizingly, leaving just enough skin on display to fulfill Ryan's desire for a sultry style. Deciding to embrace the opportunity for change, Adrienne opted to accessorize her natural black hair with a stunning brown wig. With deft fingers, she styled it into an intricately gorgeous bridal fashion, transforming herself into an enchanting vision of elegance. The cascading tresses tumbled down her back in waves, exuding a bewitching allure. "Maybe I should have dyed my hair instead." As she slipped her feet into a pair of red-bottomed stiletto heels, elongating her legs with every step, Adri

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

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.

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.

I gave her a brief nod and stalked towards the dressing table, hitching on a stool. Layla made sure to style my hair beautifully and daringly. Unlike other she-wolves who wore their hair the same pack design, I was a bit defiant. I wore my home pack's style of braids - the upper half of the hair is made into a french twist while the second-half will be curled beneath my shoulders. As usual, the people would be outraged for bringing a strange style but Kaiden didn't mind. , he loved it. He always gave me this intense look whenever our eyes met and I'd fall in love with him all over again.

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.

"Five million!" Gasps filled the room. Penelope preened. "Ten million." The voice from the VIP booth silenced everyone. All eyes turned to see a mysterious man and his mysterious and his stunning wife. "Did you see that?" "He didn't even blink!" "Look at his wife – she's gorgeous!" "I heard she used to be engaged to Christopher White..." "Well, she certainly upgraded..." Christopher's face reddened. "Six million!" "Twenty million." The man’s voice was casual, almost bored.

However, he reminded me that the wedding would start at five in the afternoon. A sadness hit me when I remembered that it was the same time that my wedding would be, as we were going to enjoy the sunset. I let that thought go, and concentrated on getting ready, since I couldn't go back in time. Bruna made several curls in my hair, and a small braid on the side leaving the rest of the hair down. The makeup was impeccable as always, it blew it, I left there looking radiant. Henrico caught me, and stared at me admiringly, but I noticed that he didn't like seeing a part of my hair up.

Chapter 64 During the days that followed, Valkiria, as promised, took over the wedding organization with almost frightening efficiency. "If it’s going to be a vampiric wedding, then it will be unforgettable," she declared, crossing her arms as she observed the grand main hall with a critical gaze. "No excessive human simplicity. You deserve grandeur." Elena, seated in an armchair near the window, smiled as she watched Valkiria give orders to servants, seamstresses, and clan members as if she were commanding an army.

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.