Fill: Challenge #136 (DW)
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“Donna? Are you still in there? Can’t you ever be on time for anything, even your own wedding?” Sylvia followed her bellow with a quite unnecessary knock on the door of the dressing room in the back of St Mary’s in Chiswick.
Donna couldn’t find it in her to complain about her mother’s whinging, not today, the day she’d been waiting for all her life. “Come in, Mum. I’m almost done.”
The door burst open. “What are you…? You’re brushing your hair again?”
“Of course,” Donna replied as she smoothed her shining red hair with the boar-bristle brush she’d bought at that overpriced salon down by the river. The splurge was worth it, to make this the perfect day. “Lance loves my hair and I want it to look amazing.”
“Oh, who’s going to see it at all under the veil?” Sylvia marched across the room and snatched the brush from her daughter’s hand and dumped it on the dressing table. “Now, shift, madam, or your lovely groom is going to wonder if he’s been jilted at the altar.”
“Stop pushing! We’ve got ten whole minutes to go.” Despite her protests, Donna grabbed the bouquet from the florist’s box and the veil next to it and trotted out. The most important moment of her life approached quickly, and though nervous, she prepared herself to meet it head-on.
Donna couldn’t find it in her to complain about her mother’s whinging, not today, the day she’d been waiting for all her life. “Come in, Mum. I’m almost done.”
The door burst open. “What are you…? You’re brushing your hair again?”
“Of course,” Donna replied as she smoothed her shining red hair with the boar-bristle brush she’d bought at that overpriced salon down by the river. The splurge was worth it, to make this the perfect day. “Lance loves my hair and I want it to look amazing.”
“Oh, who’s going to see it at all under the veil?” Sylvia marched across the room and snatched the brush from her daughter’s hand and dumped it on the dressing table. “Now, shift, madam, or your lovely groom is going to wonder if he’s been jilted at the altar.”
“Stop pushing! We’ve got ten whole minutes to go.” Despite her protests, Donna grabbed the bouquet from the florist’s box and the veil next to it and trotted out. The most important moment of her life approached quickly, and though nervous, she prepared herself to meet it head-on.