BrandiI sit in the chair waiting for the make-up artist to finish her work as my heart thunders in my chest. This is it. I’m getting married—I glance at the clock. Twenty minutes. I have been prodded, plunked, and tucked all morning, and now all I have to do is put on my dress and walk down the aisle to the man I love.“You’re still doing her make-up?” G asks as the door opens with a bang and she comes rushing in. She has been in a frenzy since this morning.“Hey, G. You look amazing,” I say as I admire the champagne, maid of honor dress she’s wearing. She stops and grins, then twirls to give me the full picture.“Don’t I—-wait. Don’t change the subject. Why is she still doing your make-up? It’s almost time.”“I asked her to change the eye shadow to something lighter,” I explain.“Oh, but we only have eighteen minutes.”“I’m almost done.” The make-up artist states.G paces back and forth. “How soon is almost? We only have seventeen minutes, and we need to get her dress on and do last