After studying psychology for five years, twenty-three year old Luciana Fernando decides that she'll au pair in a different state for a while. After being assigned to one of the richest couples in New York, the Johnsons and their five children, she...
I looked out of the tall window in the room I was getting dressed in. The chairs were all set up outside already.
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"Luciana, it's time to get dressed," Alex said softly from behind me. I turned to her, nervousness settling in my stomach. "He's here, right?" I asked. "Of course," she nodded. "Are you sure?" I bit my bottom lip. "Ciana, he's here. He's just spoken to Julio," she smiled gently at me. "Everything's fine." I let out a big breath before walking towards my wedding dress. It was backless with a huge bow. The front was tight and came up to my neck. The skirt flared from my hips with a long train behind. I took off my robe before two seamstresses helped me into my dress.
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"You look beautiful already," Sasha said as she came into the room. "I found Kira so we can get dressed." I had asked Alex, Sasha and Kira to be my bridesmaids seeing as I had only bothered to socialize with them while in New York. I watched as they got into their own dresses and put on their heels.
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"Now it's your turn," Kira said, rubbing my arm. I sat in a chair, the makeup artist and hair stylist getting their things ready. The heat of the curler warmed the cold skin on my neck and I relaxed, closing my eyes as the makeup artist swiped a brush across my face. "Such lovely thick hair," the hair stylist mused. "There's many curls. Do you condition your hair often?" "Uhm, no?" I tried not to move my face that much. "I wash it normally." "Such strong genetics then," I felt him start pinning my hair up and I smiled slightly. After about half an hour, I was finally allowed to open my eyes. I watched in the mirror as the hair stylist placed a tiara over the mass of curls on my head.
