Father-of-the-bride and granddaughter, Hannah
The photographers turned up and started snapping photos.I chatted to the hairdresser while she curled my thick, dark hair. As soon as it was over, I stepped into my pretty red dress.
Jessica and Bethany fiddled with the sash, trying to make it sit right. Next they pinned on the thick red rose I had made.
After her hair was done, Jana, Jess, the photographer and I accompanied her to our aunt's upstairs bedroom. I remembered being a little girl when Cherith helped do all the laces in the back of Bethany's wedding dress.
Now all beautiful, it was time for the bride to ceaselessly smile. (Cherith, I forgot to ask, did you have a sore jaw at the end of the day?)
Cherith and Hannah
By the time they were behind us again, the bride was now 'traditionally late.'