He walked through the crowd in search of her but still couldn't find her. He tried calling her but her number wasn't going through.
What he didn't know was that Tricia was still at home struggling with her dress, hair, and makeup with Tracy and a bunch of makeup and hair stylists by her side.
"Oh my! Could you please hurry this up?! We're running out of time." Tricia said.
"Yes ma'am, we're almost done." The fashionista responded.
"Get her f*****g shoes!!" Tracy screamed as her voice traveled around the room.
Griffin walked out of his room, looking gorgeous in his dark green tuxedo, and his hair gelled backward.
Green was the color of the day. "Darling?" He called out while trying to fix his wristwatch.
"Daddy?" Tricia responded.
"Wow! Mr. Griffin, you've stolen the show." Tracy co
