"Hey!No, don't do that!" Ivy screamed at one of her bridesmaids. "You can't place that stuff so fucking close to my beautiful wedding gown, bitch you will ruin it!" she snapped.
"Oh! Right, I'm so sorry, Ivy. I just wanted to get it out of the way," Becca said softly as she started walking back off with an apologetic glance before turning to leave.
Ivy exhaled sharply and raised a hand to massage her temple.
"Ivy, please you have to relax. You know, it's your wedding day. You can not keep letting the littlest of every single thing get to you," Lindy said gently.
Ivy turned to look at her friend Lindy, and then at her makeup artist, who nodded her head in agreement to lindy's words
Ivy forced a smile. Lindy was right, though. It was her wedding day the happiest day of her life or at least, it was supposed to be. But she couldn't shake this uneasy feeling gnawing in the pit of her stomach like something was about to go wrong.
