As one of bridesmaids took out a lipstick and a blindfold, she announced, "We're going to play a game. One of the groomsmen will have to apply Lipstick on the groom's lips, blindfolded!" "What?" Astonished gasps flew across the room as the groomsmen and even Sheffield himself reeled back in shock.

The bridesmaids' amusement to see the astonished look on the men's faces was evident by their giggling. Without further delay, they insisted, "Please pick someone from your group to play the game."

Five of the guys all turned their sights towards the sixth, who, incidentally, had his eyes set on Joshua. Gifford noticed the awkward silence and the weight of all the eyes on him.

“Why is everyone looking at me like that? Guys, I've never even touched a Lipstick before."

Gifford wasn't lying. The man didn't have a girlfriend and his knowledge on cosmetics was, in fact, non-existent.

The other groomsmen Laughed and Joshua stepped forward hoping to change

Gifford's mind.

"No one here is more suited for this game than you.

I've seen you shoot accurately with eyes covered, don't deny it!”

Gifford looked at Sheffield with pity, but when he realized that it was

Sheffield who would be wearing the Lipstick and not him, he reluctantly said, "Fine! I will do it! Give me the Lipstick.”

Sheffield tried to hide his apprehension behind a smile.

“Can we use a transparent one?"

Unfortunately, the bridesmaids weren't going to let such a rare opportunity slip by so easily.

“Don't worry. We have makeup artists here with us. Rest assured, you will look as handsome as ever after the game."

Gifford clumsily twisted the tube, revealing a red Lipstick and held it between his teeth while a bridesmaid tied the blindfold around his head.

Sheffield knew that it was too late to slither out of the game, so he said to Gifford resignedly, “Dude, I'm not expecting you to get it right, but please try to get it over with as soon as possible." The faster this was all over, the faster he could marry the love of his life.

“Don't worry, buddy,“ Gifford comforted him inarticulately.

While the crowd giggled and snickered amongst themselves, Gifford slowly approached Sheffield.

With a disgusted look on his face, Sheffield looked at the man apprehensively as the lipstick grew closer and closer to him. Gifford didn't have to stand on his toes or crouch since they were roughly of the same height. The only problem was that the lipstick was slightly slanted.

"I know that this isn't the right time to be joking about this, but you look just like your little friend because of that lipstick sticking out of your mouth," Sheffield teased.

“What are you even talking about?" Gifford was confused.

"Your dog."

“Hahaha. .

" A roar of Laughter shot through the room.