My long black hair was left to flow freely down my back, a few strands braided back so they wouldn’t get in my way. My face had layers of makeup applied to it, from foundation and blush to eyeliner, mascara, and my signature red lipstick. I had it all, and it looked tasteful. I didn’t look like a two-cent hooker, and I guess that’s all a girl can wish for on her wedding day, right? That, and not getting stood up.
