Ch-254
Three years later…
"Enough!" She yelled, feeling frustrated.
"Oh, shut up Eleanor," Nathaira chided.
From early morning, they were painting her face with different things making her look different.
"Eleanor, you are the bride. You should be beautiful. Stop complaining," Aria said.
"Aria, I feel it would be good to have some bangs near her ears," Aurora said.
"Indeed," Nathaira yelled.
"Where Is the stylist?" Tiffany yelled.
"What's wrong?" Eight months heavily pregnant Myna asked walking inside.
"We need a hairstylist," Nathaira asked.
The hairstylist quickly came and fixed it the way they asked.
"I think we are done," Aurora said.
"Finally," Eleanor said.
"Eleanor," she heard someone calling her.
"What's wrong?" Eleanor asked.
"Cavanaugh is crying. No matter what I do she isn't stopping," Mason said scratching his head.
