Blanca Roach was sitting on a chair in a white wedding dress, the make-up artist was hired a long time ago, her eyes were dazed and she allowed the make-up artist to drum on her head and head.
Isabel was beside herself, “Blanca I’m so sorry, it’s my fault for falling asleep …”
“Okay, okay. We’re up anyway, not your fault!”
“I’ll go see if they’re here, I’ll call you when they are!”
Isabel hurriedly carried the hem of her dress and went out, usually invite many people to come if they get married. But Old Mr. Butler was afraid of making a fuss at home, and Blanca Roach really didn’t have many friends here, and didn’t want to find those ladies she didn’t know, so she only asked Isabel to come alone.
Although it seems a little cold, but in the end, it also seems very close to the two people.
“Miss Roach, this hair I will get you up, makeup is a simple choice or?”
“Keep it simple.”
Blanca Roach’s hand was on her stomach, stroking the child in her belly.
She was still in a bit of a trance.
It had only been less than a year, and she was going to marry Matthew Grant …
The corners of Blanca Roach’s mouth couldn’t help but curl up as her mind recalled the moments when the two of them were together.
“Miss Roach, do you think this is okay?”
After a while, the makeup artist finally got the makeup right after constantly asking Blanca Roach to close her eyes and lift them upwards.
When Blanca Roach opened her eyes and saw herself in the mirror, the corners of her mouth turned upward almost inexorably.
It is so beautiful.
It really is a young girl in love.
She was going to marry Matthew Grant like this.
After the makeup was done, Blanca Roach ate two more dumplings, dipped in vinegar and fragrant, at Rosanne Butler’s urging, and wanted to continue eating, when Rosanne Butler took the bowl away.
“My silly daughter, you’re wearing a wedding dress today, so eat less.”
“It’s not like you can see it anyway …”
Blanca Roach whispered two sentences, Rosanne Butler stroked her head, a little touched.
Although he did not watch Blanca Roach grow up, but now he can watch her get married, Rosanne Butler’s heart is also very touched.
Seeing Rosanne Butler start to secretly wipe her tears, Blanca Roach quickly turned around and hugged her, “Okay, okay mom I won’t eat, don’t you cry …”
“You silly girl. Mom this is moved, you can find such a good home, mom moved ah.”
“Mom … don’t worry, Matthew Grant will treat me well, if he treats me badly, you won’t let him go!”
“That’s not true.”
The two whispered together for a while longer, Rosanne Butler’s eyes were red.
“Blanca, from now on, no matter what you suffer, you must tell mommy, mommy and daddy will back you up, okay?”
“Yes, I know.”
After a while, Isabel suddenly pushed the door in, anxiously, sweat began to rise on her forehead, “Coming, coming, Matthew Grant and the others are here!”
Blanca Roach’s eyes immediately and slowly widened, and then immediately stood up.
“What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and block the doorway.”
“Ohhhhhh okay!”
Isabel fumbled to block the doorway, her eyes wavering over Blanca Roach, who was wearing a white wedding dress, like a princess coming out of a fairy tale, with her own aura.
The five features are as delicate as a doll, so people can’t move their eyes after a glance.
Outside the door has begun to smash the door, Isabel tightly blocked the door, “want to pick up the bride, you have to give red packets first ah!”