Blissful Brows Novels & Stories

The red rose coloured velvety off shoulder top with a flowy bottom. After dressing in it I got myself seated back in the room, in front of the mirror while my stylist was picking up brushes and lining up all the make up products on the table. She gave me a perfect light make up look, with a dark plum lipstick, blush matching my skin tone and a winged eyeliner. This was the first time I used lenses and the shade was tuning with everything. She did worked on this look for an hour. I was sleepy and could not keep track of how she was proceeding with the look. But it was perfect.

she's always smiling. She starts with concealer, expertly dabbing and blending until the dark circles under my eyes vanish like smoke. Then comes the foundation, light but with a dewy glow, and a soft blush that brings color back to my cheeks. She shapes my eyebrows with swift strokes, Then she tackles my eyelids with warm bronze tones, smoked just enough to draw attention to my eyes. Finally, mascara and a sweep of berry red across my lips. I barely recognize myself when I open my eyes.

[SIGH] Chelsea’s POV “Are you ready to see how you look?” Kyle asked in excitement. “I guess?” I am not sure what would I feel once I’ve seen myself in the mirror. I am all set with the glam and hair, dressed and all set. “Close your eyes and don’t open them until I tell you so” He guided me somewhere while my eyes were closed and later, he stopped. “Okay… open your eyes slowly” I did as he said and for real… I was speechless. The way I look, it’s majestic. My hair is softly waved which I like because it’s very simple and wasn’t overdone. Even my makeup! It looks very natural and light.

A soft dusting of powder, focused only where I tended to shine. Blush next. Peach toned, subtle, swept across my cheeks like I had just been laughing. I added a faint highlight to the tops of my cheekbones so my face caught the light when I moved. My brows were next, brushed upward, filled in lightly, neat but not carved. I kept the eyes simple. Warm brown shadow across my lids, slightly darker at the corners, blended until it looked effortless. Thin liner, close to my lash line. Mascara last, slow deliberate strokes until my lashes were dark and fluttery but not clumped.

Elizabeth pulled it over her shirt, dropping it over her breasts. Elizabeth picks up a small mirror and focuses on the makeup. As she would have to use the mask, she did not want to overdo it. She made a light layer of blush and took a lip gloss, making her lips shine delicately, and with a smile, she focused on her eyes. Her eyes were honey-colored, and he had long lashes. She runs the eyeliner along her eyelid, drawing a delicate black line, and then makes a small arrowhead shape on her cheeks.

She was awestruck by his beauty and couldn't stop herself from licking her bottom lip. He was really dishy with his long comb over hair, which was kohl black and looking sheen. Some strands of his hair covered his left eye a bit, making him appear more attractive. His scythe shaped brows furrowed in curiosity, fitting above his almond shaped eyes. A pair of thick and long lashes blinked sexily, with his hazel color eyes looking dreamy. She drooled even more and felt like she was in another universe, fantasying a prince charming.

He sat her back down and she tackled him to the ground. They all watched until they saw clothes go flying. “You might want to make them invisible.” Aaliyah said to Skylar. “I got this one.” Makayla said waving her hand. The grass surrounding Ashur and Sam suddenly became as tall as the trees and thicker than a garden of shrubs. “So, how did you rescue Sam?” Matilda asked. “Glamour.” Skylar said. “How does glamour work?” Felan asked.

I inhaled the sweet scent that emitted from her, sighing softly as I patted her back, running my palms across its length. "Ugh, it feels like I haven't seen you in years." She whined, detaching herself from my body. And of course, Zelda was glowing. Her beauty was like a slap on the face. It hits every time I stare at her. Her eyes were at their brightest. Her lips shimmered with her signature berry gloss, appearing so full. Her long thick lashes flapped against each other as she took me in, brushing her brown hair away from her face.

She exclaimed before removing the Buvelle shades. She then pulled the compact mirror inside her designer bag and checked herself onto it. Her makeup was a beat in earth-toned eyeshadows, her microbladed brows were on fleek, the contours and highlighters were on point, and her lips were tinted in gradient nude pink. Velma wore cosmetics almost every day because she was the ambassador for a high-end makeup brand and skincare products as well. She smiled at her reflection before closing the compact lid and putting it back in the bag.

When I finished, Bree’s eyes lit up. “Wait, wait,” she said, grabbing a hair tie. She pulled my curled hair into a high ponytail. letting a few strands fall loose around my face. “Now you’re perfect.” I turned to look at myself in the full-length mirror. I can't lie; transformation is startling. I still look very much like myself but even more beautiful. The smoky makeup, the sleek ponytail, the all-black outfit, it all came together to create a version of me. I think I am falling in love with