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Angie stared at her mother through the mirror as the professional make-up artist added to Tina’s natural beauty. A small smile graced the teen’s face, but it was bittersweet. She resisted the temptation to take a picture of her mom with her phone and send it to her Mama B. She knew that Bette was doing everything she could today to make herself forget about the impending nuptials. Even though Mama B was dating again and really trying to put herself out there, she couldn’t even stand to be in the same city as the event, opting instead to take a trip to San Diego for the weekend to get some fresh coastal air.
A gentle knock on the door of their hotel suite caused Angelica to pop up to answer it.
“You look gorgeous so far, Mom.” She said as she bounded around the corner and over to the door in her baby blue maid of honor gown. Tina teared slightly at her daughter’s praise. Her mascara was much to fresh for her to ruin it now, so she opened her eyes wide in an attempt to swallow back those tears of joy.
“Hey, Uncle Shane!” Angie greeted as she pulled open the door for Shane’s entry.
“Hey there, kiddo.” Shane replied, embracing Angie into a hug before she entered the room where Tina was sitting.
Armed with her beauty bag of hair tools and products, Shane smiled at her friend sitting in the chair getting the last of the finishing powder dusted over her cheeks.
“Wow.” She remarked. The wedding photographer snapped photos of their meeting and close-ups of Tina’s face as he documented the day’s journey. “You are a vision in white, Ms. Kennard.”
“It’ll be Mrs. Kennard-Bates in just a couple hours, Shane.” Tina said with a teasing grin.
Turning her head away from Tina, Shane could only sigh and close her eyes wishing that her best friend was on the receiving end of the ceremony. The look wasn’t lost on Angie, however.
“Okay Shane, she’s all yours.” The makeup artist proclaimed as she began gathering her own beauty items to clean up the space.
“Thank you, Alina.”
Shane sauntered over to Tina and began plugging in curling irons and setting up her work station.