Seventy Four

"It's your wedding day Abigail. Smile, at least if not for your husband but for the thousands of people that would watch your wedding and also the guest at your wedding." Stephanie said to Abigail as she helps her to adjust her veil.

"If I smile, then it would mean that I am actually happy being his bride. I don't want to send the wrong signals to my grandmother." Abigail replied deepening her frown.

Stephanie shakes her head chuckling.. "You are a lost cause my friend."

"Anyway... I'm done. See for yourself." Stephanie announced pushing Abigail to the long wide mirror in the hotel room. Mark had rented out an hotel for the entire guest, the hotel was close to the church where the wedding ceremony would be taking place.

"I told you not to make me look pretty." Abigail complains, folding her hands below her boobs.

Stephanie stared at her friend, feeling amused by her consistent drama. Abigail had refused to hire a professional make-up artist, cause she did not want to look beautiful