Will Ariana cope with new changes or will she completely break?
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16 year old Ariana has never had an easy life. Coping with depression at a young age when she didn't even know what it meant was definitely not on her bucket list.
So when her mot...
"My heart was taken by you, Broken by you, and now it is In pieces because of you" _______________________________ Song name: Rise Artist(s): Jonas Blue.
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Today I woke up with one only thought on my mind.
This is the day my mom is going to get married to Sebastian.
I didn't know how to feel about this. Nervousness, dread, anxiousness? Definitely. A hint of anticipation? Maybe. I actually don't know.
I went to my bathroom and took a shower before wearing some casual clothes as I will get ready later since mom needs to do it now.
I had a quick breakfast then headed towards my mom's room and saw her sitting there and waiting for me so I could help her.
"Hey, honey. Good morning," She said to me, smiling sweetly.
She really wanted me to help her with her makeup since she had no idea how to do it except for lipstick and eyeliner.
She actually doesn't need any at all.
Even though, I still do her make-up.
I learned how to do makeup for my mom. She knew how to do simple makeup but in a more 'artistic' way, she always wanted me to do it. So I learned it.
I shook those thoughts out of my mind and went to Mom. I started doing her makeup. I applied some pore-removing spray (even though her skin is smooth, she is convinced that there is a pore), concealer, mat red lipstick, blush, eyeliner, and a bronze eyeshadow which will bring out her beautiful blue eyes which I luckily received.
The only good thing about me.
I then twirled her beautiful brunette hair and did a half and half down hairstyle. I love working with my mom's brunette hair. I sadly don't have it.
I have its texture but not its hair color.
I have red hair, which, I got from my mother's mother also known as my grandmother though I don't know since I have never actually met her since she died. Anyway, Mom said that I am lucky to have red hair as it is rare and very beautiful.
But I slightly disagreed seeing as I got bullied for it in school.
I made her wear her wedding dress and when she came out, she looked gorgeous. I whistled and she blushed.
"I did a good job," I said to her to which she nodded and kissed my cheek. Luckily the lipstick is smudge-free.
"You are getting another ring Mom," I whispered to her making her chuckle with tears in her eyes.
"No don't cry, Mom. It took me two hours to do your makeup and I still have to get ready myself. We only have two hours for the wedding," I said to her and she playfully glared at me and then nodded. I said a quick bye to her and left my room.
