Novel & Cerita Alexa Bliss No Makeup

His meetings and photoshoot with foreigners were disasters and affected the model negatively. “This time you better get it right. I want something that depicts elegance, beauty and boldness and not this nonsense! ” He added more, sat back on the chair and tried to think of more ways to embarrass. Alexa breathed out and went into action. she adjusted her face and lifted her cheekbones high. Her makeup on its own was stunning and made other women present there very jealous of her beauty. She had little makeup on her face but her beauty was on another level, one she could boast of easily.

"I don't know... he just seems like someone who's stuck with me.. hahaha." Alicia nodded, from Beth she learned, you don't need to wear heavy make-up and nice clothes to look beautiful. It is all from the inside. Like Beth, she looks normal, with a modest look, jeans and a t-shirt plus a natural colored cardigan, she doesn't wear make-up. and alluring posture.. Especially when she started talking…as if she could create her own bubble of the world..making the other person bewitched and focused only on her. “I've made a decision, I don't want Alex from the star… I want a quiet life… I don't want to fall in love either… that's enough. Now I focus on healing and making my mother happy.”

She tied my hair with a pink band, then started on my makeup. “Don’t you think this is too much?” I asked, nerves threading through my voice. It was just a run. Alexander and I went out often. I didn’t want him thinking I was trying too hard. “You’ll be sweaty. Better to not look deathly pale,” she said casually, still dabbing at my face. “But won’t it melt?” I pressed, already imagining my mascara running down my cheeks like a horror show. “No.” She shook her head, calm as ever. “I’m keeping it simple. No one will even know you have makeup on, trust me.” She paused, giving me a wink. “And the Alpha will love it.”

well then Blair dresses you in the shortest revealing dress she can find in her wardrobe and she turns herself into a makeup artist. She will experiment with everything, from cat eyes to smoky ones, contour to bronzing, and not forget blushes. This lands me here wearing this gothic slitted sleeves mini dress, that is long enough not to show me but an inch may be longer would have been better. Because if only I bend, my ass will give a good show. Well, the makeup she wanted me to look sexy, her exact words " I want to make you look so sexy so that every guy who looks at you once not only has a bulge in their pants but their eyes also bulge out from their sockets. " she finished that sentence

What's-his-face. I looked at Alexia. She was leaning against the door, her eyes fixed on the passing street. Her strawberry blonde hair was tied in a neat bun and her face was as natural as always. I sometimes wondered why she never put any makeup on and I thought that she'd look prettier with some, but seeing her so comfortable just the way she was, was somewhat inspiring. My gaze settled on the disorganised sprinkle of freakles on the bridge of her nose that spilled onto her cheeks. She had a few down her neck and I wondered if there were more under her shir- Stop right there, Michael. Stop right there.

Alexander's gaze softened as he saw the tears on Amber's cheeks, but then he turned back to Braylee with a steely look. Braylee's face, sculpted to the latest internet celebrity craze, was a mockery. "Amber's beauty is the real deal—no lip tattoos, no eyebrow embroidery, no silicone implants, no fillers, and no face-lifts!" "Amber's the genuine article, beautiful inside and out, not a phony like you!" Bang! Braylee's face flushed crimson, her crystal-painted nails digging into her palms. She had secretly flown out of the country, spending a fortune on one of the world's top plastic surgeons to achieve her seamless look. A job so well done only a seasoned pro could spot the signs.

Her sister insisted that she had to look the part of a billionaire heiress. Charlie was allergic to makeup, but her skin didn’t react to brands like Le Mer and Chantecaille, so she ended up with a faint application of lipstick and blush—something she never wore in school. At most, she would wear lip balm and fix her brows.

I couldn't even catch my breath yet before being yanked into the chair. "Deep breaths, Kayla! We need a calm canvas," the makeup artist, Leo, chirped as he hovered over me with a damp beauty blender. "But honestly? With those cheekbones, I barely have to work. You're giving 'Vogue' but making it 'Royal Wedding.'"

Alexi chuckles. Alexi brushes her mother’s hair with the brush on the nightstand. Alexi looks for her mother’s makeup and finds the makeup bag in the nightstand. Alexi takes out the makeup, patting on some blush and mascara. “This is so much fun mother; you are so beautiful. I bet my father must sit and stare at your beauty. I admire how elegant and loving you are, you are always so well dressed. When you walk in the room, people turn their heads with admiration.” Once Alexi was done with her mother’s makeup, Alexi moved on to giving her mother a manicure and pedicure.”

Axel was making the wrong decision, but was he even in his right senses? “Just finished your makeup and you already look like a doll. You really don't age, Miss Felza.” the make-up artist beamed, her smile as bright as a kid's with her favorite candy. Her brown hair was styled in a messy bun, and her smoky eyeliner gave her the look of a witch with some hot style. She looked beautiful, but her style of fashion was something I couldn't understand.