Vivica’s POV
Celia dabbed the fluffy makeup brush against my cheeks and stepped back to inspect my reflection in the mirror. Satisfied, she set it down and picked up another, patting it into a layer of soft pink blush.
nd stepped back to look at my reflection in the mirror.
Carefully, she placed the brush down and took another brush, patted it on a pink compressed layer
“A little more mascara and you’ll be all set to walk down the aisle.” She said, unable to contain her joy.
It was finally time. Two weeks had passed, and just as it was planned, I was getting married to Adrian.
Based on the short time we spent together, I was certain I wasn’t making a mistake. At first, I had been terrified; the only reason why I hadn’t fled when he brought up marriage was because I had nowhere e
