Besides, if there’s one thing you learn from growing up famous, it’s how to do makeup quickly and efficiently.
Kane said he’d leave it to me, yes, but he’s also a minimalist at heart.
For my hubby, I’ve kept it simple, going for a subtle spring glow that brightens my features.
Light-brown liner, just enough to emphasize the shape of my eyes.
No false lashes.
Soft coral-pink lipstick.
The same shade painted on my fingers and toes.
“Okay, how are we doing? Incredible yet?” I ask the peanut gallery.
“Smokeshow,” Cleo clips.
“Showstopper!” Hattie agrees, brushing a hand down the sleek satin of my skirt. “Holy crap, it’s almost time. Are you ready?”
Ready or not…
I check my phone.
Mom sent me a pic of some flowers and says she’ll be up in a sec.
“Mom’s coming,” I say. “I think she’ll want to help me put on the dress.”
“Mom’s privilege,” she agrees carefully.
I know where she’s coming from.
Hattie’s relationship with her mom also wasn’t the best until recently, so she gets how complicated it can be. But in the end, family’s family, and if they’re willing to step up, we’ll let them.
Ever since Ethan found out he wasn’t Dad’s last summer, and ever since I turned over Gramps’ stuff to Mom, she’s been stepping it up in the parenting department.
It’s a little weird, honestly.
But it means a lot to see her try.
“Whoa. That’s a ton of flowers.” Hattie peers over my shoulder at the message.
“I asked her to pick them up. Hopefully she has the bouquet so I can see if I can even carry it. It’shuge.”
“Gorgeous, though!” she says.
She’s right.
Beautiful daisies, roses, and dahlias.
They’ll be a vibrant splash of color against my cream dress.
“Very you,” Cleo adds, standing over my shoulder. “Kinda important to make it all jive.”
It’s a relief to hear that, knowing I let Mom pick the flowers without much discussion. Of course, she went for something extravagant and over-the-top because that’s Mom, but she chose something I would like.
A statement.
Not the elegant, insanely pricey Black Baccara roses she’d have picked and had flown in from Europe. Like she actually did for her own wedding, I mean.
