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"Oh my God, Mariah can't see me like this," Thaïs cried, frantically wiping makeup from her face.
Everything had been going wrong, and Thaïs was this close to cussing everyone out. First, Tori and Amari were playing around in the hotel room, causing Thaïs' phone to fall onto the floor, shattering the screen. Then, she had an allergic reaction to Lord knows what, forming a big rash on her arm. And now, the makeup artist had done her makeup in a style that Thaïs wasn't the biggest fan of. She hated heavy makeup that left you looking like a clown more than anything else.
To top it off, she had started her period the day before.
So yeah, she needed a breather before everyone felt her wraith.
Tori entered the room, hearing the commotion from down the hallway. She stood anxiously at the doorway, afraid that she would be the next one to get snapped on.
"What's the matter, Taya?" Tori asked quietly.
Thaïs sniffled, swiping a cotton pad down her face. "My makeup looks terrible! Like how are you a MUA and I can do a better job than you?"
"Let me call Mariah," Tori said, knowing she would be the only one to bring Thaïs down from ten.
"No!" Thaïs yelled. She stood from her chair, walking over to Tori. She had an iron grip on her hand as she pulled her further into the room. "It's bad luck for Mariah to see me right now."
Tori looked at Thaïs, confused. "I'm pretty sure that only applies if it's your wedding."
Thaïs shot her sister a death glare, one that stunned her into silence. Tori held her hands up in mock defense, zipping her mouth shut and throwing away the imaginary key. Thaïs walked to the bathroom and began to wash her face, starting her makeup routine from the beginning.
"I hope Aya didn't pay that lady. She sucks," Thaïs muttered, rubbing cleanser into her skin.
Tori nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you do way better than her."
Thaïs glanced at Tori, who had her bridesmaid dress on. Her hair was pinned straight back and she wore slippers instead of the heels she would wear in the wedding. Her makeup was done, but Thaïs could tell Tori did it herself. She had a signature style that no one else could replicate.
Tori looked put together, which was the exact opposite of Thaïs right now. She still had on her silk pajamas that the whole bridal party wore to the reception, her bonnet was snug on her head, and she still had to go over her speech. Oh, this was going to be a long day.
"How much time do I have?" Thaïs asked, running a hot towel over her face.
Tori glanced at the Cartier watch she had borrowed from Thaïs' jewelry box. "An hour and a half."
A dramatic sigh escaped Thaïs' lips. "Okay, that should be enough time. Make sure you don't break that watch, or I might actually scream. Daddy bought that for me."
