Afterwards she steps into the restroom and changes into a light blue long sleeve lacey straight gown, which from the neck area was just this sparkly transparent material that hung to her neck like a choker neck. It had a lot of sparkly beads attached to it especially at the neck and hickey bone area which make it look like she was wearing jewelry there or something.
The actual material of the dress starts off a few inches beneath her shoulders and towards her upper arm area in an off shoulder cut and aside the little division on the waist area like a belt which was the only plain material, the rest of the dress was made of lace.
Hauwa and I help her put on the waist cape as we attached it to the dress, and woww...
The cape was kinda like a high low cape but from behind, as the first layer of the cape overlapped the second and it totally complimented the dress, if not the whole look.
Sorry couldn't get clear pictures, but just imagine the light blue combo of these two dress:
She kinda looked like it was her wedding day already except the style of the dress wasn't exactly something I'd see someone like her going for as her ideal wedding dress.
After that she shows me a pic of the style of turban she wanted and I got to work, putting her long hair into a doughnut bun underneath...
The turban came out perfect.
I couldn't help but be proud of my efforts, like damn. She was looking like the full bridal package already, which she was anyway. All she needed was the finishing touch, which was the earrings, and she was good to go.
"You look stunning." I compliment.
"Aww, see our bride looking peng.... hmm, Sharif would faint today." One of Habiba's friends with long braid extentions high fived the other.
Just then there's a sudden knock on the door, dragging everyone's attention as one of the girls walk up to open the door and I immediately recognize the lady that walks in as Habiba's mother.
More than often she's always in Habiba's vlogs or posts.
She is like the exact older version of her daughter, you can see the resemblance sak.
She's dressed in a beige straight gown, with huge rose details on the shoulder and chest area with huge puffed sleeves and her head tie befitting the clothe perfectly.
"Mummy!"
Almost all the girls rush to her with a hug.
"Awwn... my sweethearts..." She gushed chuckling a bit at the way they almost knocked her down her feet at the impact.
"Is this Safina?.. Amina?.. Naadira? O my God, you've all grown so much.." She pulls them into a hug again as they all chuckle.
"Good morning ma." The rest of us greet.
"Oh, Good morning, an mata (young ladies)." She smiles at us as she walks towards Habiba, approaching us and I begin to feel nervous again.
What if she doesn't like the make-up I did on her daughter, or she asks me to clean up something?
O God.
"OMG, my baby..." She beams as her whole face lits up immediately she takes a look at her daughter. I internally sigh in relief.
"You look absolutely gorgeous." She hugs her.
"Here..." That's when I take notice of the tiny red box in her hand as she opens it to reveal a pair of glamourous pearl earrings as she puts them on for her.
I can't help but smile at the heart touching mother-daughter bond, watching her engulf her daughter in yet another hug again.
Shortly after that, Habiba is in her plain white sparkling peep toe, t-strap heels, seated on the bed and typing away on her phone while the other girls go on about how Sharif is surely gonna catch erection today, taking selfies and pictures of her as she gives them a stern warning to not even think of sending any to Sharif.
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