Caitlin Clark Makeup Novels & Stories

Her makeup melted completely. Ruth’s makeup was always thick and glamorous, and she didn’t have much money to spend on high-quality, water-proof makeup. All the products she used were cheap and brightly colored. Her eyeshadow, eyeliner and the foundation on her face had all melted, making her look like a clown.

Meanwhile I hadn't said shit before my father in law of all people turned to me and said, what's your take on this boy? "She doesn't need it, the hair sure, but the rest of that stuff is a waste, she's gorgeous as she is." The question was whether or not Caitlin should get her hair and makeup professionally done for the prom. Her mom wanted to go all out since she'd missed hers and wanted her little girl to have the whole experience. "Oh come on Todd, don't be like that, it's a formal event. All girls wanna look like a princess on that day." Her mom's pout looks almost like hers.

She didn't want to go home and worry her mother. She sighed, wondering what to do. "I should go clubbing since it's Saturday and I'm bored," she thought. "But you don't like clubbing, Claire," her mind countered. "I'm doing this," Claire decided. "I deserve to enjoy myself." She walked to the bathroom, took a bath, and got ready. After drying her hair and applying lotion, Claire applied light makeup. She slipped into a short, red dress with glitter accents and paired it with high heels.

Her legs weren't pleasing to look at, as they had been cut off from the ankle area. Her makeover simply made her more unpleasant and scary to look at. Her eye shadow was a thick black color that seemed to have been mixed with oil before it was applied. The dark color began from her eyes down to her ears, and her lips were plum and thickly red. She had a lip ring on. Her eyelashes were so extreme that I almost mistook the lady for a monstrous wizard. However, despite the hideous makeover she had, anyone who knew Claire could tell the similarities between her and Xenia were just too obvious.

Usually, Claire would've helped with my hair and make-up, but sadly she isn't here, so I have to do it myself. I brushed my hair and packed it up in a slightly loosed bun, leaving a little part of my golden strands to fall over my face. I hurriedly put on a little foundation, an eyeliner and mascara to accentuate my eyes, and then a lip liner. I added a lip gloss to finish it up before standing up. I picked up the pair of silver stilettos that lay carelessly on the floor, I put them on before grabbing the silver clutch that was on my bedside table. With a little sigh, I stared at myself in the mirror, satisfied with my look , I exited my room.

I won't let anyone destroy my girl's happiness. After having breakfast , I pack claire's dress and go to her house so she could get ready . I also call a make-up and hair stylist for her. I have been in this industry long enough to know that every girl needs a make-up artist for an event . I hope she likes it all. I ring the bell and claire opens the door holding a cup in her hand .

Clarita smiled, and she sat in front of the dressing table. Before Ratna applied a series of make-up products to Clarita's beautiful face, the young woman first asked about the skincare or make-up brand that Clarita uses. She did this so that Clarita's skin wouldn't be damaged by using the make-up brand that she had. Clarita took out her pouch, and Ratna, who understood Clarita's meaning, just nodded and allowed her former senior to complete her facial care routine.

Clara shook hands with the one who smiled at her first and then, the one who grinned at her, "and you too Perrie," She had realised that Jenna was the shy type and Perrie was more of an outgoing kind. Jenna and Perrie were currently two of the few top supermodels in the country and it took her huge effort to make them agree to model for her products. She thought they fit her brand concept very well - authenticity and naturalness. Clara owned an e-commerce business, selling cosmetics all around the world. Her business focused on skincare rather than makeup because she always believed that skincare is the first and the most important step in a makeup routine. And she had always wanted women to

I want to hear it all". Okay, mom. Take care". Clara hung up. Smiling to herself. She checked the time and she had just 15 minutes until Skyler would arrive. She climbed out of bed and changed into the clothes she had earlier picked and then went to stand in front of the mirror. She removed her hair from the messy bun and let it fall to her waist, she smoothed her brows and applied lip gloss on her lips and some mascara on her long lashes. Clara wasn't very fond of make-up, in fact she didn't like it at all. She loved to look natural and she grew to love herself without makeup.

2 hours before the accident… CLAIRE CHECKED herself in the mirror, she is not used to putting make-up on her face. Just a light powder and a light pink lipstick that’s it. But today, she put light make-up on her face because she needs to look more presentable to give a good impression.