"Don't move. If I mess this up, it's all your fault..."
Sienna Johnson could swear to the heavens that she hadn't moved an inch; it was clearly this man who had.
"I told you not to move."
Sienna, also having a short temper, retorted, "I didn't move at all. You were the one moving! I have a friend who can do her makeup in a moving car. Do you even know how to do makeup?"
"Who says I can't do makeup?"
"Then are you done? You've been at it for half an hour. If I don't go out soon, I'll miss welcoming the bride."
"Alright, alright..." Adrian Desmond finally put down his brush. Sienna looked at the beads of sweat on Adrian's forehead and didn't have the courage to pick up the mirror and look at her own face.
"Should I look now?" she asked, staring at his face. Adrian let out a breath but didn't reply.
I knew it... Sienna didn't need to look to imagine how comical and absurd her face must look.
