Olivia and I managed to compromise on my hair, allowing me to keep part of it down, while the rest was up on my head. She showed me how to section off the top, twist it once to create a small bubble on top of my head, and pin it, with the rest hanging down. It was elegant and simple, yet it suited a wedding, and it went with my dress. I even allowed her to trim the ends so it didn’t look so dead.
I practiced putting on the make-up every day leading up to the wedding. My first few tries were disastrous, and I ended up resembling the circus clown I was afraid of, but after that, with some tips from Olivia, I seemed to get the hang of it. When I finally got it to the point where I wouldn’t be embarrassed to wear it in public, I just stared at myself in my new bathroom mirror (Olivia’s gift to me), unable to believe that I actually wanted to see what I looked like. I couldn’t keep my gaze from the twisted flesh on the left side of my neck, but even that didn’t seem to bother me as much as it used to.
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