A One Letter Difference
Jennica came over to pick Keeley up bright and early to help her get ready for her big day. She didn't feel awake enough for this but let her friend poke and prod her face without making a peep of protest. It was better to get it over with without complaining.
Her friend kept the makeup simple but beautiful, using an eye shadow palette that would bring out the gold in her brown eyes to her best advantage.
Keeley's hair was manipulated into a half-up, half-down curly style that complimented her hair length. She had chopped it to her shoulders again only a couple of months ago, preferring to keep it shorter.
"You're going to take his breath away," Jennica assured her as she did a few finishing touches with the curling iron.
That was the last thing she was worried about. Once she woke up a bit more fully, she felt like she was going to throw up. What if she puked during the ceremony? Her morning sickness was totally unpredictable.