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Ariel stared at her own reflection, wondering this was actually her. Her eyes were puffy and red from the amount of crying she had done the previous night; the base of her eyelids painted a dark dull bluish grey from the lack of sleep.
She wiped violently at the tears that just refused to cease.
“Miss, I am so sorry if I sound insensitive but you need to stop crying.” The stylist, Clara, bit her lip not knowing how she was to talk to the young girl she was dressing up today.
“Just do your f*****g job and don’t bother me!” The young woman hissed out, her sadness and frustration coming out as anger.
The stylist nodded and diverted her eyes from the weeping bride-to-be, feeling awkward about the whole situation. She didn’t know what to do. She really wanted to cal
