Lampu Untuk Make Up Novels & Stories

The make-up artist put the finishing touches on my make-up and gave me a mirror to look at. Wow. This woman in the mirror looked nothing like me. She kind of looked like my mom. But the dark purple make-up made my eyes pop and the lips finished the look. I looked good. My nails were dark purple, or plum as they called it and my hair was wavy and up to my chin. My hair was parted to one side and she put some long earrings in. Luna Barbara walked up to me, "you look stunning! I have picked out a different dress for you. that goes better with your make-up.”

Zapora squeals. They blow dried my hair and curled the ends. With my make up, they slightly contoured my cheekbones, temples and nose. They gave me a brown smokey eye with a slight wing of the eyeliner. Then they brushed on some professional make up mascara that made my lashes look fake...apparently. I'm not allowed to see myself until it's all done. They gave me nude, matte lipstick with a tiny tiny bit of lip balm for a natural shine to it. "YOU'RE DONE!"

They complimented. "Thank you," I replied, smiling, and faced the full body mirror, and my eyes widened to see the woman staring back at me. My hair was in a bun on top of my head, and some strands were curled and fell freely on my face. They give me smoky eyes, which make my eyes look bigger. My face had light makeup, and they painted my lips with maroon lipstick.

She smiled awkwardly as she caught a glimpse of her mirror, not knowing if Sebastian would notice the change in demeanor. She decided to add a trace of makeup to complement her natural features. Her cheeks were touched with soft rosy blush, and her lips were ornamented with a delicate shade of light blue that matched the color of her gown. Her eyes were made to glow like stars in the night sky with a touch of shimmering makeup. With just a slight touch, Rose was looking as beautiful as ever.

I just nodded and I took her place in the chair. "You have a nice face, Lush." I just smiled at her and closed my eyes when she started smearing something cream on my face, I don't know what it is. I really don't have any idea what are the different types of make-up because I'm not a fan, I just wear it when there's an important event, like now. "I'll fix your eyebrows, to make them clean, and in good shape," she said and I was about to complain, but she already started so I just bit my lower lip.

She let out a nervous laugh and nodded. "Of course. Of course. Come with me. We've got a space in the back. The makeup artist is still here." I followed her. The makeshift makeup room was small, with a table crowded by brushes, setting sprays, highlighters, and a ring light that made everyone look slightly more exposed than they might prefer. The makeup artist, a woman with quick hands and observant eyes, lifted her brows when she saw me. "Hi…" she said gently, the way someone does when they understand without asking. "Have a seat."

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.

As the stockings ran down my legs and escaped into my shoes, I realized I looked taller. The black mask highlighted my skin, contrasting my pale color. My eyes were hazel and bright under the lights, making it appear golden. While my lips were red as a makeup artist arrived to give us a simple makeover. She pulled out hair in a bun, decorating it with pretty stones that glittered.

E L L E I sat at my vanity table, my towel wrapped around my body as I started with my make-up. I applied a light foundation, followed by a little blush, mascara, and red lipstick. My eyes were bright, and my cheeks were flushed. I looked absolutely different, and I could definitely see the glow that everyone was talking about. My skin was literally flawless, and I haven't had a single acne in months. The baby was trying to show the world that she's going to be a good girl, but is literally about to rupture my ribs from her constant kicks.

The glow of Pamela's laptop screen cast shadows across her face as she scrolled through makeup tutorials. Beside her was Sophia, lying on her stomach with bag of chips in her one hand and her phone in the other. "Ugh, why does every 'simple smokey eye' tutorial require seventeen products?" Sophia groaned, shoving her phone under Pamela's nose. "Look at this! Who actually owns three different shades of dark eyeliner?" Pamela chuckled. "Remember when e thought mascara and lip gloss counted as a full face?"