Candice POV
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I force a smile as the camera clicks Right on my face
My grip around the white flowers in my hand tightens
And I try not to shiver as two makeup artists come forward and do a touch up to my face
wiping the sweat off my forehead and reapplying the lipstick.
I got ready With help of professionals who stood by my room door this morning.
That was a huge relief because if I had to take those things into my hand
I would be probably messy and ugly.
I just know one or two things about makeup
We were not allowed to wear any makeup
Back at our boarding school ,they called it.
"Okay I guess that's enough
Let's get on the altar
come on "
A voice says breaking my thoughts
"Ms.brooks?"
I look up as I hear the same soft voice
But closer this time.
"Yes " my
