Chapter 13: Arianna

I hated this makeup. It was way too girly for me. I had more hatred for this makeup than the idea of marrying Elijah. Although I did not really care about my appearance for a wedding I never wanted in the first place. If this is what made me look best for the thousands of cameras, that surely will be pointed at me later. Then so be it. I will just bite my tongue and deal with it. A deep sigh came from my left. Looking over just in time to see Genna rolling her eyes at me.

This girly-girl style suited her. She looked so pretty. She was practically glowing. I wish I could pull off this style as well as she could. The stylist moved behind me and started pulling a brush through my long hair. The brush would not move through my hair smoothly. Every few seconds it got stuck and the stylist had to pull hard to get it unstuck.

The stylists were talking to each other about what hairstyles would go well together. They were saying that an updo would look best on Genna, because of her rounder heart shaped face. It would accentuate her jaw line. In my head I agreed with their choice for her.

The last time I had seen Genna's hair in a fancy updo was the night of prom. She had two loose and wide braids just off the side of her head. That led up into a messy but still elegant bun. It reminded me of those fancy bun hairdos brides get for their weddings. Although I do not think the Taylor sisters were going to go quite that basic of a hair style for this big of an event.

Although they struggled with a style to put my hair in. They struggled with the length of my hair. It was apparently too long to put in an updo, but at the same time too long to leave down. It would cover the details on the back of my dress. The stylist eventually finally decided on a style. I had no clue what she was doing, but by how she was monovering my hair it felt like she was doing some sort of braid.

An hour or more passed before they were both done with our hair. The sisters handed us some mirrors again. My hair was still mostly loose, but along the side of my head sat a french braid. The french braid wrapped from the start of my parted hair and stretched down the side of my head. Within the braid little silver rings were interwoven through the braid. The hair that was not included in the braid was ever so slightly curled. Just enough to resemble beach waves but not as frizzy. I loved this hair do, it was not really wedding appropriate. I did not care though because this hairstyle suited me.

Genna's hair was more wedding appropriate. It was tied into a low messy bun. That sat at the nape of her neck. The bun was not messy as it just woke up. It was still elegant. She had little strands of hair that framed her face. She looked so beautiful.

"I can not stand this make up. It just does not suit her," one of the Taylor sisters said. The brunet sister approached me with a water cloth and started wiping the makeup off my face.

"What are you doing? You are going to get us in trouble," the other sister said, worrying, filling her voice.

"I don't care. I want her to look and feel like her today, and not some dolled up princess. That is not her," the brunette stylist said with a bitter tone.

"But we will get yelled at," the blonde sister said, still concerned.

"Who will yell at you?," Genna asked, looking at the blonde stylist.

"Mr. Garcia," she said, making eye contact with both of us.

"Wait... Elijah?," I asked, very surprised he would care.

"No his father," the brunette sister responded as she started to dry my face.

"Why would he care?," Genna asked.

"He wants you two to look like sisters today," the brunette sister said as she started on my makeup.

"But why?," Genna persisted to ask.

"We don't know that's all he told us," the blonde sister said, her eyes drifting to the floor. She started to pick at her cuticles on her perfectly manicured hands. "But he threatened that if we did not comply with his wishes our styling business would be erased,". Out of the corner of my eye I saw Genna look at me. I could tell she was shocked.

"What's your name?," Genna asked the sister standing in front of her. The blonde stylist looked at her with shock.

"My name?," she asked, surprised, filling her voice.

"Yes. what's your name?," Genna repeated herself.

"My name is.... Abigail... Abigail Taylor," she stumbled to say.

"What's your name?," Genna asked, turning to the other sister. With taking her eyes off her work she responded fast.

"My name is Olivia,".

"Well Abigail and Olivia. I can guarantee that if for some reason we need a stylist again, we will ask for you," Genna said, her eyes moving between the two girls. Olivia stopped and looked at me then at Genna.