Outside, a completely overcast sky held the occasionally ominous looking raincloud. Inside, a cloud of hairspray filled the room as smells of powder, coffee, and crisp fall air filtered around the salon. Laughing and joking with her her best ladies, she sat with her Diet Mountain Dew as her hair was twisted and nestled, her face powdered, painted. Flashes lit the burnt orange walls as her veil was placed and secured in her beautifully pinned and curled hair. A few tears shed, grins exchanged, hugs shared. Wearing jeans, a comfy red plaid shirt and a smile, she glided out of the salon, ready to transform, ready to wear her beautiful gown, ready to become his wife.
