Watching the effeminate makeup artist swipe some damn brush back and forth across his face,
Alvin drove the makeup artist away with a murderous glare, then made one last, helpless attempt to reason with Fox and Hela...
"Hey, sweetheart, this isn't going to work!
You spent nearly half a year on this. Wasn't it all to get the 'most beautiful wedding dress'?
It won't be the same thing if I'm the one wearing it."
Fox carefully stuck on a little mustache, then used a huge glob of hair gel to slick her long hair tight against her scalp. If it weren't for her still-full chest, she'd actually have looked a bit like a pretty young man.
Hela was in a pretty good mood today. She copied Fox, using hair gel to slick back her long black hair. Then she planted one foot on the armrest of Alvin's chair, lifted his chin between her fingers, and inspected him. "We said it was a surprise.
And we're the ones who decide whether it's the most beautiful wedding dress!
Why would we need anyone else's approval?"
Alvin watched as little Ginny excitedly fiddled with a lipstick, generously painting herself the enormous, blood-red mouth she'd always dreamed of.
When little Ginny held up the lipstick and gestured for him to have a go, Alvin said helplessly, "Sweetheart, Daddy needs a super-sized mouth, bigger than Fox's."
Little Ginny nodded earnestly. "A big mouth is what makes you handsome. Daddy will definitely be the most handsome one today."
Alvin covered his face in exasperation. "Would wearing a dress make Daddy more handsome?
What if we knock them all out, then you and I run away together?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa..."
Castle, who had been holding a camera the whole time, sensed danger. He cried out and took