Novel & Cerita Innocent Eye Makeup

I look amazing, so beautiful even without my makeup. One look at the wall clock has me dropping my ass quickly on my makeup chair. Without wasting time, I begin applying my makeup with gentle strokes, choosing to go for a nude look and finishing up with glossy lips and smoky eyes. Thanks to Sarah, I am now addicted to cat eyeliners, so I'll be adding that too.

“Don’t be! If I do good, I am hoping you will make me your go to when you need a fancy look so it will get used up. Besides, even if you don’t, I will give you the makeup. I use fresh products each time and if you become a repeat, I will put your name on it and save it. It won’t go to waste.” That made me feel better. I stayed quiet as she brushed, patted and waved makeup on me. She had turned me away from the mirror so I couldn’t see myself. I was looking straight at Justina. She was doing a very dramatic red eye. She looked lethal. One eye was done, so it was kind of comical to watch. “Okay, done! Now hair. What were you thinking?” “I have this head piece I would like put in but a twisted

Makeup was quick but precise "foundation , a light touch of blush to give me that feminine touch , mascara to open up my eyes, and a bold lip that brought everything together. In a matter of minutes, I had transformed. I looked polished, elegant, and not at all like I had been sweating over a garden just hours earlier.

Like something she would have dreamed of not from a storybook, but from the movies and from the magazines. But her eyes betrayed her. They were swollen, red-rimmed and barely masked by concealers and worst of all, her nose was runny. She dumped the hundredth tissue in the bin beside her. The ache inside her didn’t care for foundation or setting spray. Her makeup artist was kind and patient. She was a girl with warm brown eyes, like a coffee on a good morning and a soft laugh. She didn’t ask questions. She faced her job professionally and cheered her up with jokes when she seemed down.

It was like a crop top with a legging, but just that they were both joined because one side was joined. I liked the dress. I wore it and it looked beautiful on me. I applied normal makeup. He… he likes simple things, right? Maybe I want him to like me, so I will keep it completely simple. I looked at myself once more in the mirror. I have left my hair open, they come to my shoulders from the front and the hairs at the back of my head are long till almost my waist. I usually tie them, but party means no rules. I applied baby pink lipstick and a little foundation. This is it, I guess.

Her make-up had been done carefully, a work of art, she thought. Bianca had chosen to go with a smoky-eye look in deep charcoal, the soft dark tones looking richer and more seductive. She had spent an hour cleverly blending it out so it looked effortless, not harsh. A touch of metallic burnished gold at the centre of the lid caught the light when she turned her head. On Jamie’s prompting, she had chosen lashes: full, thick, almost decadent; but not costume-heavy. They framed her gaze, not overpowering it.

Instead of the black winged eyeliner, they used different shades of brown and I could even see a hint of light pink in my eyes and the gold with a tinge of orange and red glitters they used for a feline eyeliner. My almond eyes that has the same color with the ocean were put to life, but still with the same fire it exuded with or without different kinds of make-up. If not for my thick, well-made brows, I’d look like a fucking damsel in distress. Light blush of nude emphasized my high cheekbones. Although everything about my make-up made my features softer but defined, my lipstick differs. It was painted darker than the gown I’m supposedly to wear tonight – a shade of red dahlia.

I know he is trying to respect me by holding back, but I want so badly to go further with him. I am a virgin. I don’t have any experience going all the way, but everything felt so natural with him. I felt satisfied with the way my makeup turned out. I went for a smokey look with my eye shadow, emphasizing my green eyes. I applied liner to my lips but left them a beautiful nude color. I added some fake lashes that I had left over in my makeup bag. Then applied some mascara to make them even bigger and fuller looking. I added a little eyeliner to finish the look I was aiming for. It took a little time, but I finally had my foundation contoured just right. I added some highlighter and blush, fi

Their cream color making them inconspicuous, like I was barefoot upon first glance. I was afraid that Gloria would go over the top with my makeup, but she kept it subtle. My eyes were striking. She managed a smokey look with an earth tone pallet and my lashes fringed my eyes in a navy mascara. The apples of my cheeks were a soft pink, and my lips were painted in a nude color with just a touch of pink, pulling everything together. “Thank you,” I whisper.

Opening one of the many drawers, she pulls different makeup from the drawer, raising each bottle to check that it matches my complexion. “I doubt I’ll be doing my makeup,” I remind her, my eyes narrowing wondering why looking good is even concern. Xander won’t around. “Yeah, I wouldn’t put any of this stuff on your face,” Charity says, picking different products that lay within. “Unless you want to burn your face off. Each of these is formulated to become a corrosive agent with the addition of air, or water.” “This,” she says, holding up a compact of blush, the tiny thing looking like a silver pokeball. “Looks like a nice rouge, but add some water, shake, throw, and you have a pretty compact