Blank styles my hair as I round up my make-up. I don’t know where the hell he learned to style a female’s hair into an elegant up-do, but I’m grateful that he did learn it. Especially since the frizzes of my strands aren’t a hindrance to his craft at all.

At least I won’t have to worry about the hair anymore. I would just call him.

After he’s done, he helps me into my dress. And we both stand in front of the mirror when we round up the struggles of wearing the dress.

He’s too ...