Caitlin Clark Makeup Novels & Stories

“My first step will be the event, then I will go from there.” *** Clara stepped out the car in her new outfit. She had visited a famous London beauty salon for her hair and make up earlier in the day and she was hoping the huge cost would be worth it. Caiden was at her side as he had promised. “Do I look okay?” she asked self-consciously. She was wearing more make up than she usually did and her hair was feeling stiff from the hairspray and seemed like it didn’t belong on her head. “You look different to how you normally do,” Caiden said. “That works for something like this. You look best as your natural self, but that’s not what will look good here.”

"Yes. They're usually slim, tall, naturally beautiful. But you are very plus size, so there must be a reason Mr. Alexandro chose you. I don't know what it is, but there must be one." I was silent and didn't know what to say. "All done, Madam. Take a look." I stared at the mirror. My face was different. The makeup made my eyes look bigger, my cheekbones more prominent, my lips full and red. I looked pretty? Maybe? "Wow, amazing," I said. Clara smiled proudly. "Of course. I'm a professional." She started packing up her tools. "Well, that's the first lesson. Tomorrow I'll come again for the next lesson."

Her delicate, flawless face was accentuated by exquisite makeup, and her ebony hair cascaded like a waterfall down her back. The lighting enhanced her snow-white complexion, making her appear almost ethereal—like a princess straight out of a fairytale. “She’s gorgeous! Who is she?” “She could rival New York’s top three beauties!” Indeed, Caitlin’s beauty outshone even Jasmine, one of the city’s famed socialites. Many men in the room were left utterly mesmerized, their eyes filled with admiration. Even Jonathan and Megan were momentarily stunned when they saw Caitlin enter. Caitlin? How is she here? Shouldn’t she be at The Vanderbilt Family taking care of that half-dead Sebastian?

"You're fire, sweetheart. I need smoke." She gave a quiet smile, exhaled slowly. And then, she walked into the light. The makeup artist dabbed one final touch of highlighter to her cheekbones. Kimberly's reflection shimmered like a goddess born of moonlight and temptation. Clara walked in that instant. Of course she'd be here. Her arms were crossed, watching with a tight smirk on her face. "Careful not to mess it up, sweetheart. Shoots like this can be... tricky." Kimberly scoffed, ignoring her. She had no energy to waste on petty games. Not today.

Consequently, Lani constantly heard Claire shouting. "Are you crazy? Why did you draw my eyebrows like that? They're uneven now!" Claire scolded. "Who told you to apply eyeshadow that dark? I want a fresh, gentle tone, do you understand?" "You fool, who taught you to blush like that? It looks terrible. Quickly remove it." The more Claire scolded, the angrier she became, her voice echoing loudly in the small room. The makeup artist bowed her head low, not daring to argue, and removed Claire's makeup.

I asked while making eye contact with her through the mirror. “Yeah, My love! It is really you,” She said while winking toward me and I giggled after hearing her sweet comment. “You really did a great job, Claire,” I said, and she smiled proudly. My Lilac eyes were really looking good with this winged liner and the pink tint on my lips and cheeks were giving them a natural glow. I couldn’t believe that makeup can change someone’s appearance so much, but It did a surprisingly good job. “Let’s go out for a stroll because everyone is busy with dinner and will not mind our little sneak-out bit,” She suggested, and I thought about it for a few seconds before nodding in yes.

Did he look like a blind man? Natasha almost exploded with anger. "To us women, lipstick doesn't count as makeup. Do you guys distinguish if girls put on makeup by seeing if they had applied lipstick? I've also drawn my eyebrows, eyelashes, and eyeliner! I also did highlighting and contouring too!" Christin's eyes widened in disbelief. "No way! Don't lie to me. Don't think I have never applied makeup before. Let me tell you something. Before I went on stage and before I worked together with you, I always had a makeup artist around to help me make up! Don't think that I don't understand! I know it all! The difference will be bigger after applying makeup!"

But then Claire tried to clear her mind. She refused to believe that her mother could be so cruel to her; if that were the case, Claire might end up resenting her mother for the rest of her life. Disloyal? She didn't care about that word. Her face was already free of makeup, and her hair had been released from the beautiful tiara she had worn earlier. Now, the makeup artists helped Claire start to unbutton the lovely gown she had worn, which had so many buttons down the back.

It was a moment she would never forget; a beautiful and perfect core memory for her. “Alright, that’s enough. Settle down, dear. You have an hour to get ready. I would send someone in here to help you get some makeup on that face of yours. I don’t need to be seen with someone with a face as flawed as yours. My makeup artist would do wonders for you, darling,” She informed Clary, flashed her a tight smile, and then left the room. Clary’s heart burned as she was reminded of one of the biggest struggles that she had had all her life: Acne. It had been a demon that had belittled her and made her feel the need to stay hidden and covered from everyone.

Claire smiled warmly at both of them, though she secretly wished Italia would finish soon; sitting still for so long was becoming uncomfortable. “Look at Claire’s face; she’s getting tired of the makeup routine you’ve been putting her through all day, Italia.” Jayden remarked, glancing at Claire in the mirror. “The more you talk, Dad, the more time I waste. Please be quiet for just a moment so I can finish.” Italia snapped back, effectively silencing Jayden. Once he was quiet, Italia worked her magic, styling Claire’s hair beautifully. As the makeup was applied, Claire felt a wave of confidence—she looked stunning. They had promised each other that they would look their best for their mates,