Blissful Brows Novels & Stories

The most beautiful smell of honey and peaches invading all of my senses. Gripping me in every way Mate! Mate! Get mate! I felt my eyes shifting darker, I could smell her, and when I looked further up the staircase I could see her. My little mate. Blossom's POV "Come on we'll be late!" Quinn practically screamed at me "Why do you even care? You already have a mate... what are you getting out of tonight?" I asked as I pinned my hair up in the mirror. She was sat on the bed, putting her blue heels on, her white dress flowing over the edge of the covers.

This vibrant complexion required only minimal makeup. Her beauty mole was subtly enhanced at the corner of her eye, and a delicate rose was painted at the center of her brow—its petals vivid and full of life. The rose and the beauty mole added a touch of allure to her pure and stunning face. Her eyes, naturally slightly upturned, already held an air of charm without needing much enhancement. As Carissa changed into her wedding attire and had her makeup done, the ladies from the Sinclair family gathered to observe. They were in awe of Carissa under the deft hands of Elegance Atelier's staff, and they couldn't help but tease and joke.

Pale blue melted seamlessly into silvery tones, the fabric seemingly alive, shimmering and transforming with every subtle movement, catching the light like morning dew delicately balanced on a spider's intricate web. "It's..." I began, my vocabulary suddenly inadequate to capture the dress's ethereal beauty. "Breathtaking," Bree completed my thought, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of mischief and genuine emotion. "Wait until Roman sees you. He won't just forget how to breathe - he might momentarily forget his own existence." She squealed in delight. She has brought with her makeup artist. She began working with the precision of a sculptor, each brush stroke feeling like an act of renewal,

The best way to let them know they haven’t won, is to look the part! She went back up to her room and dressed for work. She put on makeup to cover the puffiness from her eyes; although the swelling went down, the puffiness and the redness still remained. She used some concealer to hide them away and put on some simple makeup. The pants suit that she purchased was a curvy set; the pants and the blazer were both purple, while the blouse was white. The heels she had gotten were also white, to accentuate the color of the pants and not add a gloominess to it. She had some of her jewelry from the previous night, so she knew she had to collect her things from the Jackson residence and figure out a

“Me neither.” “Come here,” Briar says, leaning over and grabbing my eyeliner. I’ve applied it to my cuticle line, but she sweeps it out into two wings, then deepens my bottom lash with it as well. Then she dabs on a smoky eyeshadow and works some miracle with my eyebrows. Once she’s done, I feel sexy and mysterious. I grin at her. “That’s better.” She hums, casting a critical eye over my face. “Much.”

Mastyaa flicked the excess shadow from the brush and smudged along her eyelids to the arch of her eyebrows. Smiling at her pretty reflection, she pulled out a satisfied breath. Her jubilant eyes were fixed on the artwork in her neckline of her blouse. She ran a hand over them, feeling all the beautiful pearls and stones under her soft palm.

Saturday, June 17th, 10:00 AM Bridget's luxurious bridal suite buzzed with excitement. Her skilled makeup artist, Lea, worked magic. "Close your eyes, darling, and relax," Lea said, gently applying foundation. Bridget obeyed, feeling the soothing brushstrokes. Lea enhanced Bridget's natural beauty with precision. She defined Bridget's eyes with smoky eyeshadow. A soft, pink lip gloss completed the look.

But dear God, if I had the potential to look like this— “People are right,” I stare wide eyed at my reflection “Beauty feels great!” The maids exchange pleased smiles behind me, and Mesilla pretty much swells up with pride. I don’t know what they did to my face, but it looks like it’s glowing. My lashes look darker and fuller, and my eyebrows are more arches and prominent. My lips look soft and fresh like a rose bud or something! And a slight hint of natural blush in my cheeks! The hair arranged as a braided crown over my head, the brilliant shiny earrings in my ears.

He smiles and everything is okay again. We return to our former position and I resume trimming his eyebrows. When I motion for him to sit, he takes a second longer to lift his head off my laps. I offer him the small hand mirror, he arches a perfect brow while tapping a finger to his mouth as he inspects his face. I don’t understand why boys get fuller brows and thicker eyelashes when ladies are the ones who need them. I’ll kill to have his. Not kill but yeah, I would love to have those lashes.

The woman staring back at me seems like someone from a Vogue magazine. My hair is elegantly pulled back into a sophisticated bun, with two curls delicately framing my forehead. The cream lipstick adorning my lips enhances my natural beauty, creating an undeniably stunning look. Bill, the master of his craft, has carefully crafted the perfect arches of my brows, and it is a mixture of cream and gold that sparkles and adds a touch of glamour, emphasizing my green eyes. A light dusting of red blush delicately graces my cheeks, lending a subtle, rosy glow. At this moment, I can't help but feel like I've stepped into a fairy tale wedding straight out of a book or movie.