Imagination

Whoever invented makeup need to be jailed.

I am so fucking tired of sitting down, It almost one hour since I have been sitting down here while emma keep doing some magic on my face.

I am really tired of sitting down. Geez, my back hurt like hell.

"Raise your eyebrows," She instructed.

Can this ever finished?

She has been putting different cosmetics on my eye.

"Hmmm is it getting finished soon?" I ask but she didn't answer me.

I just wanted to know if I will get up from here soon, I am damn tired.

"If I don't make you look like damsel,the head maid will get angry so better stop complaining," Emma said rudely pushing my head and I frown but kept quiet anyway.

I wonder how it was going to be on my face. Was it going to make me look beautiful? I heard makeup make someone more pretty and I was really eager to see how I will look.

"The makeup kinda suit you though," I heard her muttered but I heard her clearly.

I just heard it looks good on me.

She pick up a tiny object from the table and