Chapter 200: Chapter 200

Chapter 200

~Ken and Mrs. Fanny’s wedding~

The aura of the wedding was heavy in the air, most importantly the humble abode of Ken who was busy in his chamber with his make-up artist and best man, while Mrs. Fanny was also busy with her make-up artist and brides mate.

The wedding was to take place at the cathedral, a few block from Ken’s mansion and then the reception would take place in his mansion. A day before the wedding they had done a court wedding which was brief and low key. Ken had told Mrs. Fanny he needed a grand style white wedding because his family and associates were looking forward to it.

While in her chamber, where she was being attended to by her makeup artist and brides mate, she nagged almost about everything.

“What is the color of that powder you just rubbed on my cheeks?” she snapped at one of the makeup artist, who was almost fidgety at the sound of her voice.

“Oh I think it is white powder,” the lady replied.

And everyone around flinched once Mrs. Fanny barked at the top of her voice, “How dare you rub me white powder on my elegant skin! Do you know how much my husband spend on this skin? You have got nerves to rub white powder on this skin! My husband can’t spend two hundred thousand dollars to hire you and then you wouldn’t give me your best! I am going to sue your company if I don’t get value for what I paid for. Today is my day. Today is my wedding!” she quarreled, glaring at herself in the mirror and observing what the make-up artists have done so far.

“So sorry, ma’am,” said one of the make- up artist who genuflected at her, “I got you covered. I am going to dust off the white powder right away and apply your powder of choice. Which powder color would you love ma’am?” she asked holding out different color palates of powder for her to make her choice. She sneered yet again, “I hope you know today is my wedding day,” she rolled her eyes at her offender while the other woman answered her with a nod, “Now I want you guys to give me an iconic touch, else I will order my husband to sue your company and you will rest your dirty ass in jail,” she prided and said yet again, “Don’t you guys have brown powder with a touch of pink?

“We do ma’am,” the lady replied, bowing her head and holding out the color palates to her, “I can get it for you if you so pleases,” the lady finally replied.

“Now read my lips. I need the best of everything from you guys else I will call it a quit, and you must get me a refund.” She said, waved the other lady over and once she came to her she nagged, “Do I need to remind you to bring your rechargeable fan to this place. Can’t you see my face is sweating already?”

“Right away ma’am,” the lady replied, bowing her head.

“What is that little brat doing there?” she asked the lady vanishing her toe nails.

“I am handling your toenails ma’am,” the lady replied and bowed her head too.

And Mrs. fanny grinned her face, as she asked, “What color are you using on my nails?” she couldn’t wait for her reply, so quickly she stretched her neck, “Oh my goodness! Oh my goodness!” she yelled clapping her hands as every other person paused what they were doing to stare at her. “What in the name of God are you doing to my nails? And who told you I love red on my nails?” she quarreled , through gritted teeth and impatiently waited for her reply.

“Sorry, ma’am, but I only thought red would go with your medium tan skin color, ma’am,” the lady explained, bowing her head.

“You are just stupid for having such thought,” she cursed, rolled her eyes and withdrew her toenails from her hold, “Could you please get me black color for my fingernails before I cancel Christmas on your damn ass. I thought you were professional. Do I need to remind you that black would sooth my skin? Do I need to remind you that, uh? I can see you guys want to spoil my day with your unprofessionalism! My Ken is going to hear this!” she said, tilted her neck to the lady handling her wedding gown and she burst out in anger. “What have you been up to lady is it going to take you the whole decades before you decorate my wedding gown?”

The lady shook her head in disapproval and she demanded in rage.

“Can I see what you have done thus far?” she demanded and the lady raised the gown for her viewing. She shook her head, “I don’t need much of the flowers. Stitch up the waist line and ensure it brings out my hour glass. I want to look sexy for my husband, and please, please, reduce the flowers. What is wrong with your sense of beauty? Just look at the back. Take away those flowers. Does my wedding gown look like a garden to you? Do you want to get my wedding gown ruined?”

She was about speaking yet further in anger when a pretty young lady walked in and reminded her., “Excuse ma’am, your husband demands to know if you are done with your make over. He says the priest is calling on the both of you to match into the church and commence the wedding right away .”

“Oh my goodness. Tell him I am almost done. In fact tell him these bitches ruined my make over and wedding gown but it will soon be fixed. As soon as they are done I will join him…

She was speaking when Ken peered into the door and said, , Hello sweet-candy, you are supposed to be done by now. It is time to match into the cathedral,” he said...