Anastasia and Christian's wedding day has arrived and the nerves are kicking in. Will Elena turn up and ruin their day or will it go without a hitch, allowing Ana to become Mrs Grey?

A tall blonde woman is stood in front of me and I can tell the smile plastered on her face is about as fake as her boobs that are far too big for her tiny body. As the woman sweeps the foundation brush across my face, I can feel her stare and I don't know where to look.

I told Christian I was more than capable of doing my own make-up for our wedding but he insisted on paying a professional. I roll my eyes and smile as I remember the argument we had last week.

"You're to have the best Ana and that means someone to take care of you on our wedding day. You're not to lift a finger, everything will be done for you."

"But I'm more than capable of doing my own make-up Christian."

"We're not having this argument Ana. I'll be paying someone to do it for you, I can afford it. Now, just say thank you."

"Thank you." I reply exasperated. There's no point arguing with Christian when he's in CEO mode.

The woman applies the finishing touches including eyelash extentions, a dab of pink blush to add some colour and a quick layer of lipgloss.

"Finished" she smiles and I thank her quickly, feeling embarrassed that I couldn't even do it myself.

"So, that's your hair and make-up done. Now we just need to put the dress on!" my mother beams. I think she's more excited than I am.

My mother takes my dress down off the wardrobe and removes the hanger. As I step into it, she pulls it up at the back and begins to fasten each of the delicate buttons. The strapless corset enhances my chest and the slightly puffed out skirt sways as I walk. Kate fixes my tiara onto my head and clips my veil into place, sorting the kinks out as it falls down my back, leaving a long train on the floor.

"Beautiful." My mother and Kate whisper in unison. I sashay over to the mirror, grab my flowers and stare at myself for a while. Pulling the veil over my face, I take a deep breath, smooth my dress and I'm ready to become Mrs Grey.