25/08/2025
On the morning of bride’s wedding, she sat in my chair with a quiet kind of beauty, the kind that doesn’t need much, just a gentle touch to bring it to life.
She asked for soft glam, something timeless and romantic, and I knew exactly what to do.
As I worked, the room buzzed softly around us dresses swaying, laughter echoing down the hall but She stayed still, her eyes thoughtful, heart full.
And when I handed her the mirror, time seemed to pause.
She stared at her reflection, her lips parting in the sweetest smile. “Is that really me?” she whispered, almost breathless.
It was her radiant, glowing, a bride ready to walk toward the love of her life.
The makeup was just the finishing touch.
The real magic was already there, waiting to be seen.
And in that moment, she saw it too.
