Nicole
It was finally the weekend and my parents had invited all the cream of society to my birthday. Dad decided to use the hall in one of his hotels and everyone was already gathered, waiting for the party to begin.
I sat in front of the mirror, as the make-up artist mom called earlier painted my face.
"You look so beautiful," she smiled, after applying her final touch.
"You are so good at this! The lip is my favorite," I checked myself out in the mirror for the umpteenth time and smiled in satisfaction.
"I'm glad you like it," she brought out her phone to take a picture of me when Mom came into the room.
"You look so beautiful, darling, I can't wait to see you walk down the aisle looking so gorgeous in your white dress," a tear formed from the corner of her eyes, as she smiled pro
