Novel & Cerita Lauren Conrad Beauty

she answered whilst taking a pair of panties out her drawer and putting them in her bag. "Lia, yes or no to this top?" Elena asked. "Yes. You bought me it didn't you?" Lia answered. "Just testing," Elena said with a smirk. "Pomegranate and honey body wash or vanilla and raspberry?" Bella said from the bathroom. "Vanilla and raspberry please!" Lia called back. "And what about shampoo? L’Oréal or Pantene?" Lisa asked. "The L’Oréal one is empty!" Lia said. "Okay." "I found it!" Allison said, pulling something out from down the side of Lia's bed.

And Lauren was good-looking. "What's she like?" Wyatt asked finally. "The actress. Lauren." Nate pulled up the file, the one with Lauren's headshot and bio. "Twenty-five years old. Tall—about five-ten. Leggy. Long dark hair, whiskey-colored eyes. She's gorgeous, Wyatt. The kind of gorgeous that probably makes men like this Liam think he owns her."

Women trust what they can see, she projected: Beauty influencers, not celebrities Clear-skin journeys using our Face Revive Moisturizer Day-in-the-life content: Spa visit. Home routine Weekly transformation storytelling There were sample screenshots of creators with glowing skin and captions like. “This saved my texture.” “Real skin, but smoother.” Honest. Relatable. Aspirational. My lips curved into a smile. Strategy Two: The VLuxe Lounge Pop-Up A mock-up of a soft gold enclosed booth appeared on the slide, our branding shimmering on every surface. Two-day launch event

Chapter 04. A DEAL OR NOT? Lauren's POV. “You seem surprised.” Conrad said, walking towards me. “Why are you surprised?” Surprised? Was that some kind of joke or what? Surprised was an understatement. What in the world was he doing in my school? How did he even find me to begin with? Besides, who exactly was he that Mrs Stephen had to fetch me herself? As he took another step towards me, I moved a step back.

The conference room on the top floor of Crown Aurora reflected everything the company had rapidly become—powerful, ambitious, and impossible to ignore. A long marble table stretched across the room beneath elegant lighting while floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city's financial district. Seated comfortably at the head of the table was Lauren. The transformation in her appearance was remarkable. Prison had not broken her. If anything, it had sharpened her. Her expensive cream-colored suit was perfectly tailored. Her makeup was subtle yet flawless.

“Everyone’s getting ready here. Even my mother-in-law has gone to the beauty parlor.” Lauren gently tapped my shoulder. “Time for your hair, Luna.” Bella stopped her makeup artist and leaned closer to the camera. “Oh! I want to watch this.” Laughing at her eagerness, I put my phone on the vanity table. One stylist carefully brushed my hair while another began weaving tiny silver ornaments into the braids. Lauren smiled proudly. “The Wild Prowlers Pack has waited for a new Luna for years. We are blessed to have you, Luna.” My heart swelled with happiness.

I saw her figure from four meters away. At that moment, I was so astonished by her beauty. She had skin whiter than most people's skin, her skin like a candle, so white and pale. Her eyes are brown with very thick and long eyelashes and her eyebrows curved like arrows. Her nose is sharp and long, like a Caucasian nose. That nose was rare among Asians like us Her lips are small but round, and her chin is so long. The curve between her nose and chin is also very unique and mesmerizing. Her cheeks are neither thin nor chubby. Her hair is long, black, and wavy. Her face clearly showed that she was less than 20 years old, but her body is young and thick, looked healthy and sexy. I can feel the se

She wore large rectangular glasses that covered her eyes as well as framed a delicate face. "Hi," I said as she stopped beside me. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lauren Shayla Gray, an art director and current artist in New York City." My mouth fell open a little bit as I heard the title, not quite believing what I had just heard. Lauren smiled and tilted her head slightly. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. I shook myself out of my thoughts, "Oh, no. It's just that... I haven't met anyone like that here."

Clothes I can steal from Ethan's cupboard, makeup I can do for a fake beard, and shoes I can buy. But what about my little boobs and my not so little hair? This is where I go to my teacher. YouTube. Okay... So I have to bandage my breast with a cloth to make them look flatter than they are right now. Then wear a wife beater and a shirt on it to make it look completely flat like a road. Done. But what about my hip length hair? I can't afford a five hundred dollars wig, those fake hair are expensive. If I had money, I would have never done any of these.