Cleo
I sat in the bathroom as Natalia and Stella were painting my face. I heard someone knock on the door and Katya rushed down to get it as she zipped up her own dress. Shortly after, Uncle Terry peeked his head into the doorway and smiled at me. Immediately tears filled his eyes as he looked me over. I gently hugged him; careful not to mess up the freshly made lip Stella had made.
“You are exquisite,” he sighed. “I wish Reginald was here to see you, so breath taking.”
“Now Uncle, don’t make me cry! They just did my make up,” I sighed and smiled at him. “You look handsome yourself.”
Uncle Terry was always a sophisticated man and sharp dresser, so it wasn’t surprising he’d wear his best suit for the occasion. He looked as if he just stepped off a business modeling shoot. Hi
