Novel & Cerita Mother Of The Bride Updos

My mother didn’t look as if she had a single worry in her head; in fact, there was a lightness to her expression that I didn’t think I’d ever seen before. “What can I do for you, son? All the arrangements for the wedding have been made; it’s simply a time of waiting and spending time with your bride.” She was combing her hair through, something she did diligently. I had to stop myself from looking at the floor, reminded myself to keep my head high and raised, “I have a question, about the wedding, mother.”

To be with each other forever. "You look so elegant and splendid my daughter, Iris. You are so precious." Mom softly said while I was grooming by hairdresser. I know mom is very happy for me because I'm here. Her daughter is getting marriage to a billionaire. Mom already fixed herself. She was wearing a priceless white gown cost of a million dollar. She looks so elegant. Mom hired a good designer for her own gown. I just faced in the big mirror while being fixed my hair. Being a beautiful bride is once in a lifetime of a groom.

My maid of honor, Kat is in a deep blue floor length dress. "I'm ready." I said bringing everyone's attention to myself. "Your Father will lead you out just like we practice" mother said mopping her eyes with a tissue. Sara pulls mama's hand from her face "You will ruin your make up sister" "I'm just so excited" mother replied. Great. Shouldn't I be the one dripping with excitement? "Let's get this over with" I almost snapped. As mother handed me my banquet of blue and white roses. ***

“I will try to soothe your mind while you finish dressing.” I felt slightly calmer as Jennifer carefully placed my mother's ball gown into a garment bag and put it in the closet. “Let me do your hair and makeup before you put on the other gown,” Jennifer said. I sat on the stool while she smoothed my hair and fashioned it into the complicated updo my mother wore in the portrait. Jennifer completed the hairstyle by winding a pearl and gold wire wreath around the top of my head. She had the hair accessory made this week to go with this hairstyle.

Ashley sat bored out of her mind as she waited to see her mother's appearance for her and her stepfather's wedding that was about to start in like 25 minutes. Sitting alone in an apple-white, mid-thigh silk dress that complimented her skin tone. Her maroon red hair was styled in a bun with a few curled strands falls in front of her face that stained with light-make up which made her already beautiful features more beautiful. Staring into space, the laugher of the other bridesmaids echoed in her empty mind as she just sat there staring.

Her mother entered and stopped behind her while they faced each other in the mirror. "Are you mad at me, your dad, and your brother?" She shook her head. "I know it's too early for you to get married. I wanted you to be 25 years old when you got married, but it seems like not everything is according to what I want, and besides, I don't control what happens to you." Her mother took the comb. She was the one who fixed her hair, just tying it up and dropping a few strands in front of her face. She also did her makeup because it's just light makeup anyway; there's no need to beautify much because their wedding is simple.

My mother finished adjusting his tie, kissed his cheek, and turned back to me. — Wait a little longer, she still needs to put on the dress. — Okay. — My mother closed the door and turned back to me. — It’s going to be the most beautiful moment of your life. — she said, walking up to me to leave a soft kiss on my forehead. — We are so proud of you. — Thank you, Mom. — I replied, holding back the emotion. — All set. — The makeup artist said, showing me the final result; I hadn't asked for heavy makeup since today was a day of many emotions, it was perfect. My hair was also simple; I opted for a classic bun to highlight the veil.

Meanwhile, Mom comes over and smooths my hair behind my shoulder. “How are you doing with everything?” she asks softly. I keep my eyes on my reflection in the mirror. “I’m fine,” I say. “You focus on your wedding. Don’t worry about me.” She hummed but doesn’t push. Once the seamstress finishes, we head over to the long table where stacks of catalogs, fabric swatches, and ready-to-alter bridesmaid styles are laid out. Mom flips through page after page, choosing lace patterns and beadwork designs.

One night we had to start writing a list of what we needed so Susan brought out the paper and pen and started writing down the things for the Bride and the chief bridesmaid and of course, she was to be my chief bridesmaid. The way we talked about so many things, writing them down was so interesting that I couldn't even wait for my big day. We talked about the attire to put on. The makeup, the shoes. Alfred was going to send me the money for the shopping but we are still drafting the list. The mother of the bride was not left out. People say that in wedding preparations the Bride is always the happiest but in my case I think my mother is the happiest among us. How the whole thing was happenin