ASHLEY
A girl's wedding day is meant to be the happiest day of her life. It's meant to be the day when she feels as though she was floating in the clouds, filled with so much happiness. But here I was, I couldn't even bring myself to smile. I was just dead inside. I was so sure the makeup artist could smell my sadness on me. That was how overwhelming it was. I didn't think I had uttered more than two words to her since she started working her magic on my face.
"That's enough. I don't want heavy makeup," I spoke up, grouchily. I had snapped at her before I realized what I had done wrong.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Gray." She apologized and I scoffed.
Mrs. Gray my f*****g foot!
She wrapped up what she was doing and added finishing touches to my face before adding a setting spray to keep the make
