Bedak Make Over Novels & Stories

So, she still hasn't come out?" Juliette asked between laughs. "Of course not!" Beckham answered, battling against her own laughter, and failing miserably by the way. "She's locked herself in her room, saying something about how her life is ruined." By the time Beckham was done, we were nearly doubled over in laughter. I could only imagine how Anna must have looked. Nah, kidding. Beckham, being the sweet sister she was, took a lot of pictures to show us. So, Anna got this skincare product which was recommended to her by god knows who, in lieu of her upcoming pageant. It was supposed to have some wonder effect which would make her 'flawless skin look brand new.' Her words, not mine. Although,

However, Hilda was keenly aware of the difference in Becky's appearance. Becky had the same monkey's butt makeup as usual with her extremely exaggerated blush and eyeshadow, but the quality of her makeup products was obviously much better than before. Moreover, she was carrying seven or eight shopping bags in her hand. Looking at the logos printed on the shopping bags, they looked to be branded luxury products. Although they were not considered top of the line luxury products, they amounted to several hundreds of millions worth of clothes, bags, and shoes.

Alexia. Makeover. This word rang in my mind like an annoying bell all day. I wasn't really up for it but since my competition was eye candy, I was willing to give it a try. I was once told that everyone was beautiful, you just had to find a way to express it more or look at it from a different angle.

Makeup was quick but precise "foundation , a light touch of blush to give me that feminine touch , mascara to open up my eyes, and a bold lip that brought everything together. In a matter of minutes, I had transformed. I looked polished, elegant, and not at all like I had been sweating over a garden just hours earlier.

Maybe I should put on some products to my face, to conceal the tiredness that was apparently showing. I reached for my makeup bag, selecting shades that brought a touch of vitality back to my face. The makeup felt like a gentle mask, offering a subtle layer of protection against the world's prying eyes. As I applied each stroke and dab, it wasn't about concealing, but rather about regaining a sense of control, of putting my best face forward despite the challenges that lay ahead. .

NIlapitan niya ito at maingat na inalis ang mga hibla ng buhok ng dalaga na humarang sa mukha nito. Kahit natutulog ito ay napakaganda pa rin ng mukha at halatang hindi na nito kailangan pa maglagay ng kung anu-ano sa mukha para lang masabing maganda. Saglit pa niya ito tinitigan bago tumayo at kumuha ng wet wipes. Dahan-dahan niyang tinanggal ang make up nito. Kahit pa sabihin nitong light lang 'yon, hindi siya makapapayag na may ibang tumingin sa dalaga. Simple pa nga lang ito pero alam niyang marami nang nagkakadarapa, paano pa kayakung mag-make up ito?

Matured even. I apply some hair product to make it glossy and move on to my make up. Thanks all the skincare I’ve been doing as a way of passing time for the months now, my skin is clear and unblemished. I opt to keep it as natural as possible. Winged linge, nude lips and a few coats of mascara.

my concerned mom asks from behind my closed door. “No mom, thank you” I politely declined her help “Okay, just hurry up a bit. Alex just arrived”, I hear my mom walk away. My face loses its color because I am nowhere near being done. I did not even put my make up on. I decide to put very little make up, and apply lip-gloss to my lips. I keep it simple, so it corresponds with my dress. Unfortunately, my polar neck will not go with my dress, so I use my non - waterproof make up to cover up the bruises. Today is a hot day and I doubt it will rain – so why waste my expensive waterproof makeup on these stupid bruises?