Doa Pakai Bedak Agar Terlihat Cantik Novels & Stories

“For wanting it for the wrong reasons.” -o0o- The next evening, Dongju and I are invited to have dinner at Baekhoon’s parents’ house. I need to get ready soon. Tonight, I want to look prettier than usual. I let my hair fall loose and clip a section of it back, while my light bangs frame my forehead. A touch of makeup sharpens my brows, eyes, and lips just enough to give me some definition.

"Let me apply some powder. Please wait a moment." I sigh, sinking my ass into her couch. "It's okay. Go ahead. We're already late anyway." She sits in front of her makeup kit, brushing some product on her face. She whips her head around a few minutes later. "How about now? Is it still obvious?" "I think it's too much. I can't see your features. It looks like you planted your face in a cake." "Ahhh, what should I do now?" she moans, stomping her feet on the ground.

Sophia announced, pulling out a small makeup bag that belonged to Olivia, it was one of the girly things that she was good at “Not too much,” Olivia warned. “can't be looking like a masquerade, I want to him to see and take in all of my natural face Sophia exchanged a glance with Mia and smirked. “Ah,I see your Jake likes a natural look? Is that his preference, or are you just trying to make sure you still look cute even if you accidentally rub off your foundation?” Olivia gasped, pretending to be offended. “Excuse you! It’s called strategic beauty. I want to enhance, not transform.”i can't with you girls please

Her beautiful eyes were smeared with eyeliner and Kajal. Why had she started looking more beautiful all of a sudden? Was she making extra efforts in getting ready? But Why?

Malam ini, Sarah sibuk berdandan di depan kaca. Wanita paruh baya itu memakai bedak dan mengoleskan lipstik, juga berganti gaun berkali-kali. "Mama udah cantik, belum?" "Udah, Ma. Jangan kelamaan. Keluarga Nadine nungguin," kata Anton yang sudah merasa bosan sejak tadi. "Harusnya mama itu pergi ke salon sama ke butik langganan cari baju yang pas. Masa' pake yang lama," sungutnya.

Didn’t care though… “Definitely not!” The magazine Delilah read, came down and she stared at me awkwardly. “What, why?” I asked. “You have to look your best as would-be Queen, Maya.” she spelled out. “I’m my best.” I groaned. “Okay, let me put on some makeup.” I walked to the dresser, putting some eye liner, powder and tangerine lipstick. I smudged it, applying some lip gloss. In a way, my face was out. I looked pale, however.

The warmth of the shower brings some life back into my bones, and I begin to feel more human again. After rinsing off, I wrap myself in a fluffy towel and stand in front of the mirror, contemplating my appearance. "Okay, Ava, you can do this," I pep talk myself, trying to boost my confidence for the day ahead. With a determined nod, I start my morning beauty routine, applying a little makeup to hide the evidence of a sleepless night. Some concealer to disguise the dark circles under my eyes, a touch of blush for a healthy glow, and a swipe of mascara to give my tired eyes some life.

She wanted to insinuate that Lani's beauty was solely due to makeup, implying that she would be unremarkable without it. Furthermore, she subtly positioned herself as modest and pure, suggesting that even without elaborate makeup, she was charming and graceful. Tegan also aimed to elicit praise from Maris and Lani for her supposed simplicity and purity. It was a statement layered with meaning, showcasing Tegan's intelligence. Lani smiled, her lips curved upwards, but she observed Tegan's meticulously made-up face thoughtfully. Did she not feel ashamed of lying like that? Lani stayed home with Maris, opting for just lipstick and foundation. But Tegan went all out with her makeup. She meticulo

“I understand, but I’m not here to look like a doll. I want to be myself, imperfections and all. That’s what makes me who I am.” She hesitates for a moment, then sighs. “Alright, if that’s what you want. But just so you know, a little makeup can go a long way in enhancing your natural beauty.” I appreciate her concern, but I stand my ground. “I appreciate your expertise, but I’m comfortable with my appearance. Let’s keep it light, please.” With a resigned nod, the makeup artist begins her work. She applies a minimal amount of makeup, focusing on evening out my skin tone and adding a hint of color to my lips just so I don’t look like a corpse on camera.

I can't go out there looking like a zombie. I place the kit on the dressing table and I sit down to apply some makeup. After I doll my face up in a tone of makeup, I stand up a very satisfied woman. I really love the power of makeup. You can use it to enhance your beauty or to conceal your pains and scars. I grab my phone and my credit cards from the nightstand, tossing them in my favorite bag and I proceed to sling it on my shoulder, across my chest, as I walk out of the room.