On Friday
"Hurry up" I shouted at Maria. It was taking too long to zip up my dress and I was already late.
"The zip isn't good"
"What? After all the money my mum paid? I'm suing the Company"
"Sorry ma'am. Its' not going up"
"Try harder!"
Out of all the days for bad luck, the devil chose today. Great! Just great!
"Claire" I called.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Don't just stand there. Do something!"
I'm getting very irritated at this point. I'm late. Sure, I love to be fashionably late so everyone can see my outfit but I don't want to seem irresponsible.
My parents are already at the venue. In fact, they got there twenty minutes ago.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Tell the driver to go pick up my boyfriend. He knows the address"
"Yes ma'am"
She left to do as told.
"Come on. Come on. Come on"
Maria was still having problems with the zip. After trying a little harder, it finally worked.
I'm so grateful for that. I almost had a heart attack. I'm still going to talk to the company.
Nothing but the best is expected from them.
I sat in front of my vanity for the make up artist to do my make up
"I want a very bold look. I really want to impress tonight" I told her.
"Hmm.. how about all pink?"
"Whatever you, don't spoil my make up. If you do, you'll end up in jail"
"Of course"
"Oh and don't mess up my contour. I want it to be really sharp. Also, use a liquid highlighter. I want to be the center of attention"
"As always"
"Good"
I watched what she was doing in the mirror in order to correct her mistakes.
She did pretty well though but not good enough because she had a little help from me
"Next" I called out.
The hair stylist came in next along with the girls that were supposed to polish my feet and do my nails.
"What kind of hair style are you going for?" She asked
"You're the stylist so you should know. I didn't pay you for you to come ask my questions. Do you not know your job?"
"Sorry I.. "
"Get out"
"I'm sorry.. "
"Out! I want my money back too. Drop it with the butler on your way out. If you don't, I will arrest you. I know where you live"
"I. "
"Not one more word. Leave or I'm calling security"
The maids escorted her out. Stupid people. Now, I'm all sweaty. Luckily, the make up artist was still around. She helped me patch it up and sprayed setting spray to make it stay longer. Thank God for waterproof make up.
I waited for Maria to order another hair stylist for me. She came in no time and unlike the other one, she knew what she was doing.
After an hour of hair styling and nail polishing, we were done.
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