Caitlin Clark Makeup Novels & Stories

Early the next morning, Claire woke up early and put on some makeup. After putting on her makeup, Charlie felt a little excited because she looked extremely beautiful. However, he asked Claire out of curiosity, “Dear wife, you usually go to work without putting on any makeup. Why are you putting on makeup today? Are you meeting anyone important?” On any other normal day, Claire would always leave the house with a bare face because she already had a pleasant and beautiful appearance. She had a pink and rosy complexion, and she rarely needed to put on any makeup at all.

They curled my hair so it fell like a wave against my back before they braided and tied it so I looked like a blonde Celtic princess. The makeup came next which Clarissa did for me, bringing out the blue in my eyes. Unlike Annabelle’s makeup from when we went clubbing which was flashy and meant to bring attention to me, Clarissa did it in a way that brought out my inner beauty without hiding any of my features. Finally, there came the dress.

In the hallway, I ran into Lisha, who was reapplying her lipstick. "So, which one are you targeting?" she asked. "I’m going for Mason Clark. He’s got that 'playboy' energy that’s easy to manipulate. Cole Ryder is a god, but he’s made of ice—I tried to get close and he almost took my head off with a look. And Noah? Too stiff. Mason is my mark." I didn't even respond. I just wanted to leave. I turned toward the emergency exit to get some air, and in my frustration, I gave the heavy security door a sharp kick.

“Don’t worry, Francine, we’ll help you! Come on, we need to move. Timothy is already handling the press, while my husband and I will assist you two.” Clark and Francine exchanged glances before nodding at the two. Claire then called her company to fetch a dress that hadn’t been publicly released yet—the one she planned for Francine to wear. Meanwhile, she entrusted Clark to Zekiel, knowing the two could handle it since her brother was used to such events. As the makeup artist worked on Francine, Claire spoke to her. She briefed Francine on possible questions they might face. There were many possibilities, so she prepared the woman—especially since this was her first time facing the cameras.

She sent over her address and followed up with a question about attire. Claire’s response was simple: “Casual.” Channary eyed her closet skeptically. Casual? That could mean anything. Finally, she chose a form-fitting sweater dress in a deep burgundy hue and matching heels—an outfit her daughters had picked out once, declaring it made her look “like a princess.” She curled her silver-streaked hair into soft waves and added light makeup to enhance her moon-kissed features.

I asked hesitantly, it was two hours early for her work and yet she’s already preparing for it. How long does she even put make-up on everyday? From my experience, it takes one to two hours if a professional make-up artist does your face. If my calculations were right, and Claire does her make-up around this time, then she must have woken up one hour earlier than me, and here I thought waking up at five is too early for a work that starts at around eight or nine. Claire glanced at her wall clock and thought for a bit. “Not really, I can spare a bit more than thirty minutes,” she responded, still focused on her face, particularly on her eyebrows. She was using a pencil to make an arch.

“Loriah, it’s me—Claire!” I yanked the door open, and she breezed in like she owned the place. Her heels clicked against the floor, impossibly tall and sharp, matching her confidence. She wore a leopard-print crop top so tight it looked painted on, with black jeans that hugged her curves like a second skin. Her brown hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail, her makeup flawless, and her eyeliner sharp enough to kill. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a magazine. “You look stunning,” I muttered.

She was at the photoshoot for the latest Marisspasia cosmetics line magazine front cover. Clara, the focus of everyone in the shooting studio, was standing amidst a garden setting, dressed in a stunning white bustier dress that featured a flowing gown with elegant long slits. Her attire was complemented by delicate blue diamond earrings and a matching necklace, which drew attention to her captivating ocean-blue eyes. She was wearing bright red lipstick, flawless makeup, and vibrant red polished nails, showcasing the company’s latest cosmetics line. On her left was a huge standing fan that created a windblown effect, making her hair and dress slits flutter, giving her the appearance of a dang

"Count me in as permanent member of the team." "We never didn't count as a member of the house." I remarked gently. "But glad to know that your done going back and forth. Glad to see you on a permanent side." Claire was dressed in causal jeans and comfortable shirt that showed off her true beauty when she wasn't stuffed inside her work uniforms. Her usually kept up hair black hair, had been untangled and washed over her in waves. She still wore no makeup, but it wasn't like she needed it. She was beautiful enough.

In the end, I gave up on asking who the mysterious celebrities are and just let Kaila do her magic on my face. My makeup really didn't take a while though because Kaila works really fast. And you can rest assure that her works are still professional looking: perfect brows, defines cheek, pinky lips, and natural smokey eyes look with winged liner and full lashes. So after half an hour, I was already ready.