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I blinked. Then I looked closer. Her face was a messy mix of colors that didn’t belong together. A thick layer of powder sat unevenly on her cheeks, clinging to some spots and missing others, leaving patches of her natural skin showing through. Bright red lipstick had been dragged far past the lines of her lips, smudged at the corners and faintly streaked across one cheek where she must have wiped her face.

Marion's POV I look at my body. Faint purple bruises still bloom across my ribs like rotting violets. A pale scar slices near my collarbone—a trophy from a night I refuse to forget. My limbs are thinner than I remember. But I’m still standing. He didn’t destroy me. Not completely. “Are you ready, madam?” the designer asks, voice clipped, polished. I nod once. No more second guesses. He begins. The transformation is clinical, swift, practiced, like war paint before a final battle. Silk slips across my skin, chilled and precise. Gold trims coil along the edges like whispered threats. Every pin, every seam, every perfectly placed pleat is armor.

Jessica blurted out, "Allergic reaction? Then you shouldn't use it anymore. The color looks really good. Why not give it to me?" Bella froze, not knowing how to respond. She was asking for her lipstick to prevent wasting it, so she couldn't refuse. Unfortunately, she had indeed used a new lipstick today. There was no choice but to silently hand it over. Jessica happily took the lipstick, her mood visibly lifted, and she began to talk about makeup tips. Fortunately, their ordered food arrived soon, cutting off the conversation.

James looks back at me with hopeful eyes form the setting room before running back to sit beside me. The cartoon was a 10 mins video about a little boy who's dad was a mutant with extremely large teeth and a green eyes. It was sad and satirical but it was also very funny. I could feel James hopeful eyes staring back at me until the very end of it. He turned the lights back on before the end credits began to play.

Bella sighed out extending her hand. "Do you have a light shade lipstick and blush?" The girl nodded her head pulling the things out giving them to Bella. Bella grabbed them and applied them to her face and lips, she had a soft glowing skin so she never felt a need to wear foundation and today she definitely wouldn't get ready with efforts. She wanna look as sad as she could so people could understand how she was being forced into this. After applying the blush she had a little glow on her face making the makeup artist smile at Bella's simplicity.

Well, it's a bit awkward to say she's overtime when the clock hasn't hit 8 PM yet. Anyway, that scaredy cat boy was willing to hide in the toilet to prank Kate. 'She must be surprised tonight as she doesn't imagine I'm still here. Her surprised expression must be adorable too, haha.' Havie blushed. It was like that whenever he thought of Kate. That woman never fails to give him butterflies. After waiting for thirty minutes, just before the watch hit 8 PM, Kate appeared in the basement area. Havie noticed that Kate is putting purple lipstick on her lips, unlike the usual soft color she put on. She sometimes does that. But every time she do that, he feels bothered.

Would I like it? The Prince freed his thumb, and again, I gazed up at him wide eyed. He lifted his solid thickness in his huge hand, so that the tip was level with my mouth, at first, he only stroked the silky blue skin against the softness of my cheek. Then he smeared it, and the liquid that now seeped from it, across my lips. The fluid was like molten gold, amber coloured, hot and glowing. It contrasted startlingly against the blue of skin. He traced the curve of my mouth with his oozing head, coating my lips in his gold, marking me as the second ring for his huge cock.

He looked insanely divine with his orbs closed. His face was tinted reddish pink and his swollen lips was smeared with my glossy lipstick. "Now you should know the answer to your question and don't ever let me see another tear in your eyes because if I did, it won't be good for you."

Sitting next to Mable, Blair gleefully watched the woman apply blush to her cheeks. He lifted the lipstick from the vanity set and deftly unscrewed the cap. “I’ll apply the lipstick for you, Mabes.” Mable was amused. “Do you know how to apply lipstick, darling?” “I know from observing you put on lipstick every day.” Mable put down the brush and turned to Blair. “Alright.” She opened her lips, waiting for him to do the job. Blair picked Mable’s favorite lipstick, a graceful pinkish red that complemented her skin tone perfectly, deviating from the conventional red hue.

She opened the lipstick in her hand eagerly. "This lipstick is like a magical tool. It can complement a person's complexion very well. Hannah, this shade will look perfect on you. "Try it on. You'll definitely attract the attention of everyone in the room. Come on," Jane urged as she handed the lipstick to Hannah. It was a fluorescent pink lipstick, also known as "Dying Barbie Pink." The color was one that even those who aimed for a perfect Barbie look often struggled to pull off. For people with fair skin like Hannah, it would look universally unflattering. It would make her look tacky and unattractive.