Novel & Cerita Blonde Red Lipstick

Finding your mate was never guaranteed, even with events like these set up to make it easier. Having finished with my hair I stood up. I looked good, too, and I gave myself a beaming smile in the mirror. “You look beautiful, doll,” Rosa smiled. “Thanks,” I grinned back. “So do you. Are you almost ready?” “I just need a little splash of lip colour and I’ll be right with you. What do you think? Red? Or do I mix it up?” “I think red is perfect. It suits you, and it kind of is you, Rose. I can’t imagine you wearing any other lipstick,” I shrugged.

I quickly replied, "Your skin is very white! If I use red as your lipstick color, it will make your lips stand out!" "No! This red color doesn't match my hair and clothes. My hair is sepia, and the same goes for my dress. So you have to use sepia lipstick! " I stammered "ah" for a few hours but found that it was right. Thanks to Mrs. Stella's suggestion, I was a little excited: "You're right! The sepia lipstick suits you very well!" When Mrs. Stella heard that she sighed and shook her head: "Do you know how to apply makeup, after all?"

"I've been giving him the poison regularly. But I found a way to speed things up." I watched her through the mirror as she picked up a tube of lipstick. Deep red. The color of blood. "What do you mean?" She smiled, applying the lipstick with practiced strokes. "The secret is in here. A special formula I had made. Colorless. Odorless. But deadly." "In the lipstick?"

“He’s your husband . He’s impossible, infuriating, romantic… all at once. This is your moment to shine. A little mascara, just enough to make your lashes flutter… perfect. Look at that. Stunning.” I blinked at myself in the mirror. My eyes looked brighter, more awake, the shimmer soft and elegant. I barely recognized the person staring back. My chest tightened. Part of me was furious at how flustered I felt. Another part… couldn’t deny that I liked the feeling of being made to look… appealing. Lip color came next. Clear held up two options: a subtle rose or a deeper red. “The rose is safe, but the red… the red says bold, confident, irresistible. I vote red.”

“How long did you have to sit to get your hair blonde just to mock me?” She shrugged, her bright red lips curved up in a proud smile. The little minx. That was the only thing that had gone my way. The lipstick. I’d almost fallen for the same trick twice when she sent me two different lipstick colors; red and black. She’d asked me for my favorite, and I’d almost typed red until I remembered the flower debacle. She’d sent roses over even after I chose orchids to spite me. I chose the black lipstick. She showed up to the wedding with red lipstick. Ballsy but also predictable. I shook my head at the self-satisfied look on her face as she stared up at me, her brown eyes twinkling with triumph.

Or rather the only one. But I couldn’t let it shake me. Not today. I reached for my lipstick. Its deep red hue was just the perfect pick for today. Bold and commanding. Rob was among the nominees at the biggest tech gala this year and I needed to look radiant by his side. The perfect partner anyone could ever imagine. A final flick of eyeliner, more highlight to my cheeks and neck area and I finally looked the way I pictured in my head. I gave myself one last look in the mirror. And perfect.

he says dreamily, already walking behind us again, and I can feel his eyes burning through the silk, practically undressing me as we head back. At the table, Red pulls out her bag and fishes through it before handing me a sleek tube. “Keep it. At least for tonight.” I take it, uncap it, and apply it carefully. The color is deeper than I expected, bold, red, and shameless. Definitely not subtle. I click the cap back on. “Okay,” I breathe. “Time to wait for Ghost.” “You know,” Titan murmurs as he leans in close, his voice brushing over the back of my neck like a warm threat, “I could smear that lipstick for you.”

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.

This was me stepping into his sphere, becoming someone who belonged in the spotlight just as much as he did. When the makeup artist applied the bold red lipstick, I couldn’t help but hold my breath. I didn’t wear red lips often—red was dangerous. It was confident, seductive. It had a way of drawing attention to the mouth, making every word you spoke feel heavier. I smiled at my reflection. That was the point, wasn’t it?

"How does it look?" The red dress was bold and vibrant, reminding him of one she'd worn at an auction. "I don't know how to put on makeup. Otherwise, I'd look better." "Lipsticks will do." "Good call!" She stuck out her hand. Juan took her to a nearby mall, stopping at the sight of a red lipstick. "What's up?" "Try this one." The lipstick's shade was like winter plums. He picked it up, and a saleswoman came up. "Great choice, sir. It's our bestseller."