Novelas y relatos de Doa Pakai Bedak Agar Terlihat Cantik

The woman requested that she sit on a chair for a makeover. Agnes followed her silently. She washed her face, gave her a foundation, base to make her skin smooth which was already smooth enough and icey white. A dark sherry gloss and smokey black eye makeup as Jairus instructed her. Agnes' scar got hidden within the layer of makeup and she looked stunning.

The vibrant color was a bold contrast to my mood, a statement of defiance against the uncertainty that clouded my thoughts. I tied my hair into a sleek ponytail, the simplicity adding a touch of elegance. As I applied makeup, I kept it light yet distinctive, just enough to enhance my features without overshadowing the natural glow of my skin. A soft shimmer on my eyelids, a hint of blush on my cheeks, and a glossy sheen on my lips made my face shine brighter than ever. Long silver earrings and heels added a final touch of sophistication, catching the light with every movement.

I'd rather fixed my self alone, in that way, I can do what I want to my face, well not everything though, I still need to follow their expectations and wants. With my bathrobe hugged in my body, I sat on my vanity mirror to start my rituals in my face, I put on first the liquid foundation in my face then so on and so ford. I decided to put slight make up, para di naman masyadong over acting dahil dinner lang naman iyon, and to perfected my make up, I put on a red orange tint to my lips to make it look natural red, well, my lips is already red, one bite on it and it looks like I have a tint already, but yeah, I still need to apply lips product to perfected my face.

Pretty soon, I fell asleep. On Saturday afternoon, both Mica and Bree buckled down to work. They helped fix the gown so no creases can be seen. I took a very long shower, then sat down in front of Becky's bedroom dresser. All the make-up sets were lined up, and I got scared thinking how they'll experiment on my hair and face. Mica put hair rollers on my hair, while Bree wiped my face with her toner. Becky even gave us a bowl of ice, a piece of which Bree carefully rolled on my face. "This is to freshen your skin and make it look vibrant," she announced importantly. I screwed my face and nearly cried out. Mica was setting up her hairdryer and hair care essentials. "Please make it light. I don

I can feel my lower lip is shaking in coldness. After putting on my school uniform, I put some light make-up. I found some make-up kit under the cabinet, maybe it do belong to me. "Woah! Woah! Woah! You're putting make-ups? Wait, is that a red lipstick?" She gasped as she saw me baking my face. I have to hold my laughter after seeing her surprised look again. " You're making yourself beautiful for him, huh?" "I am not. I was just enhancing my beauty and besides, I wanted to look fresh and beautiful when facing the people later. I don't want to argue with them in such a horrible face situation." I said as I put a light eyeshadow.

It's so childish and too exposing. I was cntinuing my business, you know, girl stuff. Finally done with my rituals. Hair done, costume done, shoes done and make up done (I mean my body covered with concealers) cause I don't really need make up on my face, a little lipstick is all I need and I'm ready to go. Wait, what if he doesn't like my look? What if it is too much? Is it too much? Should I redo my hair? Ugh. My lips are so red it feels like it's going to burst out.

I rubbed my forehead, feeling heat creep up my neck. “Like, every video online is some girl with perfect skin, going, ‘Oh my god, this is SO easy, guys,’ and then proceeds to do fourteen invisible steps in three seconds. ‘Just do your moisturizer, primer, color corrector, concealer, foundation, brightening concealer, cream contour, setting powder, bronzer, blush, highlight, spray—’” Shane choked on his soda. “That’s… a lot.” “Right?” I said, pointing my fry at him for emphasis. “And that’s just the base. That’s before they even start drawing geometry on their eyelids.”

Then he finally said, "You look nice." Oh. It was because of the makeup I had put on. He wasn't used to seeing me wear any. I don't think I had bothered with anything other than some mascara (because it made my eyes pop) since he had moved in with me. But today, I had gone the whole mile. Foundation, a subtle bronzer to add a little depth to my cheeks, eye liner and of course, mascara. Oh, and a dab of concealer to cover one stubborn pimple that still hadn't completely disappeared. It really wasn't much, to be honest. You should have seen me when I was all dolled up for prom.

“Me? Oh.. Younger? Haha..” “Then, Monique.. I think you know this too.. You can look younger by brightening the inner corners of your eyes, choosing sheer coverage, use powder sparingly, add a peachy flush, strategically highlight, build up the brows, focus on the lashes, and enhance your lip color.” Monique nodded her head as she listened to Dawn. There were a few things she already knew and now she took note of the things that Dawn mentioned. After the final touches, Helena got up and went to change into her dress that she had prepared beforehand.

I note that all they've brought me is coordinated; this penchant for matching sets has rubbed off on her – she always purchases items this way: clothes, shoes, and bags. I apply an ample amount of makeup to my face, managing to conceal my blemishes—a task I had to undertake by watching a video tutorial due to my lack of experience, which took longer than I anticipated. The outcome is satisfactory; I've succeeded in hiding the bruises, and though the eye remains red within, the club's near-total darkness will render it unnoticeable, or I could simply claim it's an allergy. Yes, that's a plausible excuse. I let my hair down; it cascades beautifully, shimmering and smooth.