I walked back to my room, I sat on the sofa with my hand under my jaw waiting for Stella, my brides maid to be and fiancée's daughter to come.

Stella would always take hours doing her makeup when ever we are supposed to go somewhere, most times this gets me irritated since I hated heavy makeups but what am I supposed to do? I would rather endure this than horrible insults from her mouth.

My door creaked open.

I looked up and there stood Stella wearing a mini gown with black heels and a black hat.

"I am ready bride" she said grinning.

I gasped laughing "Stella today is...