Chapter Four
Two days flew by and Saturday dawned gorgeously sunny and warm as Sarina sat in a chair, her hair up in huge rollers. Her Aunt Aurora was smudging a smoky eyeshadow over her lids to bring out her light green irises. Her lips had already been stained a red rose hue and the last thing to go on was the necklace her mother would put on just moments before she walked down the aisle.
“You are breathtaking,” Amanda said with a sigh, her tears quickly patted away with the tissue in her hand. “And here I told myself I was done crying.”
“Me too,” Sarina said, giving in to the happy tears that started to well up in her eyes. Her makeup was redone and half an hour later she stood in front of a huge mirror looking at herself in her mother’s dress. New pearls had been sewn on so that it
