TIFFANY'S POV

I looked at my reflection in the mirror as the stylist packed my hair into a bun. A small smile crept on my lips but I couldn't deny the fact that I was anxious.

I slightly opened my mouth to exhale and then kept fanning myself with my hands in an attempt to keep myself calm.

"You look incredible," the stylist said and brushed my hair again. "We just need to touch here a little, uh— then here you go," she said as she finished.

I responded with a small smile and stood ...