*****Faye's POV*****
"Your hair and makeup looks so gorgeous!" Mike claps, as the style team add final touches to my look as I remain still on the chair.
We had been given a whole room at the front of the house upstairs - which had been cleared and organised into a 'dressing room' for the day.
I was basically told to stay away from the back rooms to avoid looking out of any windows because they wanted the whole set up outside to be a surprise...
"Smile!" Mike suddenly instructs, as he uses my phone to snap pictures of me during hair and makeup.
"Mike... is there any chance that we could have a little drink before we go downstairs?" I ask nervously, praying that he would fetch us some alcohol to help ease my racing mind.
"Sure thing doll!" He states, as he moves to open the door.
I watch him pull the handle, before he gasps in surprise...
"Oh my!" He states, as I struggle to see what he was fussing over...
