My first mistake? Believing this wedding gig would be a breeze. My second? Turning my back on a Champagne tower.
The bride, a Pinterest board come to life, had requested “soft glam,” which I quickly decoded as “look like I woke up perfect but with a sprinkle of Victoria’s Secret runway.” I was almost done finessing my soft glam masterpiece when a bridesmaid, caught mid-dramatic gesture, toppled the Champagne fountain. Chaos ensued: Champagne flew, satin shoes were ruined, and my kit took a direct hit. My heart sank, but my hands remained steady as I finished the bride’s soft glam look with the precision of a surgeon under fire. Once the bridal look was complete, I rushed straight to my MY BIG BRUSH BUDDY to check on my beloved brushes. Luckily, the lid was zipped, keeping all my favourite brushes Champagne-free!
Later, back at my flat, Kira showed up armed with snacks and sarcasm. “Maybe the Champagne explosion was performance art,” she quipped, flicking through Billie’s Instagram (yes, the dog has one). Meanwhile, Mikey FaceTimed from the coffee shop, brainstorming TikTok titles for “Makeup Artist vs. Champagne Tower: A Tragedy.”
My phone buzzed, a new email flashing on the screen. I almost didn’t check—it was probably another discount code. But when I saw the subject line, my stomach flipped: Bea Boston Shoot: Assistant Needed. My scream sent Billie into a yelping frenzy, a perfect soundtrack to the chaos unfolding in my flat.
