Caitlin Clark Makeup Novels & Stories

While placing on my second earring, I hear a knock on the door. “Who's that?” “It's Claire.” “Oh, come in.” The door opens, and she walks in. She is in a black corporate pants, a navy blue shirt, and nude lipstick. Her hair, as always, is in a bun. “Do you always wear dark colors to work?” I ask, “As a matter of fact, I do.” I turn to her, “Why?” “Light colors make you more feminine, more likable. I'm not here to be liked. I am here to dominate. Men wear dark colors for a reason.”

The dress hugged her figure perfectly, highlighting her curves elegantly while still looking sophisticated. The slit stopped halfway across her thigh, giving her an effortlessly bold appearance. Her long hair flowed freely behind her back in soft waves. With the help of eyeliner and mascara, her doll-like eyes stood out even more beautifully. Her lips were painted with a mix of dark red and black shades that perfectly matched her outfit. That was one thing about Claudia— She loved matching her makeup with her dressing style. Taking one last glance at herself, she smiled proudly before calling Trevor. He picked up immediately.

“I didn’t do it. I didn’t.” “It’s Miss Clara. She must have changed my compact powder.” I suddenly turned back and looked at Clara and pointed at her. Ailina looked up at Clara at this time. Many female artists who were preparing to put on makeup looked at her as well. Clara retorted this time, “Don’t be unfair. I must film on the set as well, and I will also use the cosmetic here. If I add the Snake Grass into the compact powder, won’t I be disfigured?”

"That sounds promising. Go on." Claire plopped herself onto the couch, waving her hands as she talked, her words tumbling out faster than I could keep up with. "First of all, Monica....ugh....she came dressed like she was auditioning for a perfume commercial. I swear her makeup had layers. Then she tried to show off with some fancy skincare gift for Eleanor, like that woman doesn't already own half the world's luxury brands." "And what did you bring?" I asked, leaning against the wall with a smirk.

Seeing herself in it now, Caitlyn didn’t regret a single Euro. It was a striking sapphire blue that brought out the creaminess of her complexion and made her toffee-colored eyes stand out like glittering gold. The thin spaghetti straps made her look tall and graceful, and the tinted gloss on her full lips and hint of mascara on her lashes dramatized her features and even improved the constant imperfection of her hair. She had only one pair of sandals, but the soft butter-cream shade matched perfectly and she wasn’t disappointed. Taking one last look at her reflection, glancing critically down her body, she fell in love with herself, maybe for the first time ever.

SHe was talking to herself when she was cut off by her mother’s another angry shout. “Claire, don't waste your time by just looking at your clothes. Get down, we are getting late!” Her mother, Lauren Brown, was the proud owner of a small bakery that was loved by everyone in the locality. God! She mentally rolled her eyes exasperatedly. Why did she know her that much? She didn’t waste any more time and grabbed a green knee-length floral dress and brushed her hair after drying them. She applied just a thin layer of eyeliner and her blush-pink gloss and smiled in the mirror after making silly faces. Claire never applied too much makeup, always relying on the natural beauty she inherited from he

Sebastian looked extra dangerous and extra handsome right now, and these aspects drew her to him. Max saved her from gawking too much by intervening. “Hey Sebastian, here, take my camera. I want a landscape and a portrait picture, okay? Thank you!” He pulled Clara toward him so they could take a picture. ‘Why did she look startled when she turned around? Is there something on my face? Why was she staring at me?’ Sebastian frowned in wonder. Clara was not into make-up and preferred to stick to the basics: eyeliner, curled lashes, a touch of mascara, and the dullest matte lipstick she owned.

I tell her and she nods with a smile. When I said that’s the way Mattie likes it wasn’t because I wanted to please him it was because he said my hair is down you can’t tell I have a face behind all the puffy hair. Yeah, he can be a jerk at times. “I was thinking of using a hint of blue with your eyeshadow, what do you think?” Clara asked. I shrug. “Either one is fine with me,” It took hours for Clara to finish her masterpiece as she called it. I looked…..not like me. I don’t even recognize the woman staring back at me.

I laughed. Cleo sat me down and whizzed through my hair and makeup. I thought she was going a bit over the top to say we were only supposed to be having a few drinks. My hair was normally pin straight; Cleo had added waves throughout. Make up normally I wear nothing or a very light layer, so little so people wouldn't normally notice that I was wearing it. Now I have full concealer, foundation, blusher, bronzer, full silver and black eyes. The full works. "Gorgeous," she smiled happily stepping back and admiring her work.

A whole month and the jackass was still in a coma. Kaitlyn had waited until she got tired of waiting. What was the need for it all if she didn't get the recognition she deserved? She glanced again at her stomach and tapped it softly, giggling like an idiot. Oh, she would get it. She would definitely get the recognition and hold on to it and never let it go. Not even some fatty could stop that from happening. Satisfied with the less makeup on her face, she decided to leave the red lipstick. It was her signature one. Getting rid of it was like changing her name from Kaitlyn to Caitlyn. And no way would that happen.