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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.

Then I cautiously stuck my head out to look toward the source of the sound— It was actually Loki and Gullveig! Gullveig was wearing a deep red, low-cut evening gown, pearl earrings that shone snow-white, and a string of pearl bracelets on her left wrist. She adjusted the neckline over her chest, brushed her silver curls back, smoothed the perfectly wrinkle-free luxurious fabric, then pursed her lips slightly at the mirror and narrowed her eyes at Loki’s reflection. “You think this one looks good? But the white one isn’t bad either.” “The white one makes you look younger,” Loki replied casually. “But you’re already young enough, so the red one has a better effect.”

She even asked Alissa to braid her hair exactly like Elsa but Alissa just did a Dutch braid, each layer was spread out to make her braid look big. Rather than Elsa, she ended up looking like Daenerys Targaryen from Games of Thrones with her long blonde hair or more like Lagertha in Vikings. She giggle to herself. Telling Hope about that didn’t matter because she wouldn’t understand any of that character. The bottom line now is that, Hope’s thick long hair that curls at the end was super gorgeous.

the gay makeup artist said softly, signalling that he should open his eyes. Her hair was styled with a classic chignon without tons of volume running through the crown. The stunning shape is adorned with a single pin before transitioning into the woven bun. Her winged liner compliments her subtle lip color. It's perfect for the 'barely-there' makeup she likes. Simple but very elegant. Lyv couldn't help but smile bitterly. She is one of those women who dreams of having this kind of marriage, but not in this situation. No sane woman would want to marry a stranger.

She was not a makeup person but today was her wedding day so she thought maybe she should try something different. When she looked at herself in the mirror she saw a totally different person staring back at her. She knew she was beautiful without makeup but she looked more beautiful with the make up on her face. The make up artist were really talented and for the hairstylist they knew their job well too. Her straight black hair was parked in a tight bun and they braided a tiny hair which they used in wrapping the tight bun and then they made her front baby hairs in curls and made it fall over her face after which they fix the veil at the back of her hair.

They then pour the offering into the fire together. Once again seated at their respective places Aarvik applied vermilion (a symbol of marriage worn by Hindu women thereafter) on the bride's hair parting. During this process, Pravi's head was covered with a new saree given by the groom's family. Oorvi helped Aarvik to complete this ritual with a small smile. . . Pravi cried throughout her marriage. . “You look Mine, Love”, He complimented on which she glared at him and then turned her head toward her father. A doctor had already treated his arms.

He just lifted her other leg over his brawny shoulder and increased his efforts. There was a mask over half her face, something made to look like the skull of an animal complete with curling horns, but it did not disguise her beauty, and her eyes fluttered as her hand clasped the man by the hair, directing his attentions. Her own hair was fake, Raven noted, one of those realistic mesh wigs that mimicked the fall of natural hair, but the colour was a bright purple that either required frequent visits to a hairdresser or a wig to maintain. Raven was staring and couldn’t stop.

They’re in pointed toe and thin stem, I was having a very ominous feeling about wearing them. After we got the high heels, Victor brought me to his favourite wig shop. They were very professional, they made the best wigs with good quality materials, they provided tailored service according to the user's head size too. They even hired a few top hair stylists to style the wigs to make sure their customers look like their best self. They put me in the chair and started to wear wigs on my head. First, they go with a red one. It was center parted with a fishtail braid at the back, lovely and elegant, but...

In contrast to humans, werewolves do not feel self-conscious or uncomfortable when attending weddings dressed in white. Werewolves never choose to wear white for their wedding robes. It came in either red or gold. Her hair was tied up in a simple bun, but a few tendrils of hair escaped her bun and brushed against her cheeks. Her makeup was light with peach lips and a hint of blush on her cheeks. Her long eyelashes fanned out, shadowing her eyes. She swiftly averted her gaze, clearly shaken by the significance of his facial expression, and pointed to the tie that was lying on the ground.

I stand in front of the mirror and green eyes stare back at me. I put products in my hair before I blow dry it, I am still not sure if I should leave my hair down or put it up. I decide to do both, half up and half down. I have long wavy red hair. I put my hair in two sections, up and down. I pack half of my hair up, I am going to style it later. I straighten the down part of my hair. Then I decide to style the up section into a braided crown.