Blue Belle Booboos

Despite sleeping at way past midnight, I woke up at 5. My tummy was squeamish, a clear indication of my unease for what was to come. Despite feeling ready, having composed the script myself, my subconscious had this feeling that something will go wrong that day. And it proved not far from the truth . 

Having been busy earlier in the week, I felt that I earned to have a slow morning to myself. It started with breakfast at Kristin 's with Grace and KZ. I had bacon and eggs which I had difficulty finishing, which is a total surprise. ME? Losing appetite?  

Prepping took longer than I imagined. My make up alone took more than an hour to finish. But the look of satisfaction in my make up artist's face boosted my confidence In her making me look extraordinary that day. No fancy hairdo for me so I was done after my locks were tamed by hot ceramics. 

Oh, jitters! Maybe that's  how would be married couples felt before saying their. Vows. I couldn't even remember how I felt. Suffice to say that I didn't care about the missing accessory on my right pumps. I sauntered all over the ballroom as if nothing was amiss.  

And the inevitable happened...so early in the ceremony. I read Kz's line and started to turn cold as I spied sir Mandy's silhouette at my hindsight. Darn, I forgot to call him for his welcome address. I hastily corrected myself nonchalantly (hopefully...but really nobody seemed to have noticed except for those who are in the know). 

My mood was festive for the rest of the afternoon, the ceremony was over before we knew it.