The morning of Fara's wedding was anything but serene. Her penthouse had transformed into a chaotic beauty parlor, with hair tools, makeup palettes, and steaming gowns scattered across every available surface. Amid the flurry, a professional makeup artist was carefully applying Fara's makeup, ensuring every detail of her bridal look was perfect.
However, despite hiring the expert, Fara insisted that her bridesmaids, Nindy and Bonita, stay close to handle everything else.
"I need you two here. You know how I am about details," Fara said, her eyes darting between them through the mirror.
Nindy, already juggling a steaming veil and a last-minute jewelry box, huffed, "You have the best makeup artist in the city, but you're still dragging us into this chaos. Classic Fara."
"And don't forget it," Fara quipped, holding still as the makeup artist swiped a delicate brush across her cheek.
