My bridesmaid, Cassidy, is literally sharing *my* makeup artist. That's it. I'm calling off the wedding.

On my wedding day, I woke up at five, only to find the makeup artist already doing the bridesmaid’s face.

“Liam paid extra, so I’m doing an extra bridesmaid’s makeup.”

Harper, the makeup artist, slowly and deliberately applied foundation to Skylar.

“The bridesmaid wanted you to get more sleep, so she woke up early for me to do her first.”

“Cassie, don’t worry, I’ll be done in a sec!”

Skylar flashed me a sweet, yet somehow calculating smirk.

I noticed she wasn’t wearing the bridesmaid dress I’d prepared.

Instead, she was in a pure white gown, identical in color to mine.