Alice
"I think I like this one better," Teresa says as she sits still, pointing out the colour of the eyeshadow she would want on her eyelids. "Wait . . . what about this one?"
The makeup artist nods before doing her magic, making sure the rest of us would look presentable for Juliet's wedding. It has been more than half an hour since they started doing our makeup and our hair, knowing well enough it's not an easy job. Juliet, on the other hand, is busy taking pictures of herself for the purpose of keeping it in her phone while her hired photographer tries to capture moments of us.
I keep quiet, looking at myself in the mirror.
"Is everything okay, Alice?" Teresa asks, turning to look at me.
"Yeah, everything is perfect. I'm just th
