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Tyra POV

Michael seemed to love my hair up with the tiny ringlets around my face. I pull it up and let a few curls brush against my face. I am not putting on a lot of makeup. I have never worn a lot, and I am not starting today. I dab a little foundation on my face and apply mascara. I will put on lip gloss after I put on my wedding gown.

I hear Tee running up the stairs excited. She comes into the door with the big bag. "He finally got back. I think he was taking his sweet time. He was probably afraid of what I would make him do next," Tee says.

"Are you being mean to the young wolves?' I ask her.

"I am never mean to anyone," Tee says.

Tee places the wedding bag on the bed. She looks over my hair. She takes the comb and starts fixes it. She moves ringlets around my face. "Wait," she says excitedly.

She looks in the wedding gown bag. "Yes, it is in here," Tee says.