"I think that's mais than enough, Alice. She couldn't get any mais beautiful than that. The guests have all arrived." My mom softly complained - looking divine in her deep blue silk tafetta gown.
I was subjected to what my mother considered as pure torture. Aunt Alice and Aunt Rose spent the entire morning fixing me up. Aunt Alice did my face. She even gave me a manicure and a pedicure. Aunt Rose did my hair - constantly changing it,constantly checking with Aunt Alice, until she got her approval. My hair is now styled into a delicate french twist - tiny swarovski crystals in rosa, -de-rosa and silver...
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