Mad For Makeup Dew Novels & Stories

That's why I used it, because I would definitely be doing a lot of dancing and sweating so I didn't want something that would go down with my sweat. Now, mascara. I used manasi 7 precision mascara because it gives me an awesome flutter. I used one coat of black mascara to make my eyes pop. As before, I proceeded to build slowly and in layers, from the roots to the ends. I used a second coat for some of that sexy nighttime party vibes. I looked great already. I took a wipe and wiped off the previous lipstick mix I'd taken time to perfect. Then I brought out my tinted love ilia satin cream lip crayon because it gives the perfect sleek mauve.

Wendy said with a smirk. As they were talking, the young actress next to them frowned. The dresser had just finished applying makeup for her. She felt uncomfortable with the makeup. "Miss Lillian, what kind of rouge are you using? Why do I feel hot on my face after that?" "Hot?" The make-up artist was a little surprised, "We all used Olay's make-up. How could it be hot?" There was a rash on the actress's face. Eva also saw it from the mirror and screamed, "Are you allergic?"

Even in close quarters, her beauty was almost surreal. “Kora, we’re so excited to have you as the face of our new makeup remover. It’s designed to be incredibly effective yet gentle on the skin, perfect for someone with your hectic schedule and frequent makeup changes,” I explained, trying to keep my voice steady. She picked up the sleek bottle, inspecting it with a critical eye. “I’ve heard amazing things about Daze Glam, Kylie. I’m excited to be part of this launch. Shall we see how it works?”

She fakes a sob. She was right. The look was completed by my angelic makeup. Somehow, my dewy soft skin had been made to look so flawless and drool-worthy by the make-up artist. It was nude makeup, but my eyes had been made to look larger than usual and long black eyelashes framed them prettily. My lips were a dewy, soft hue of pink that looked kiss-worthy. Glittery silver eyeliner fanned my upper eyelids out to looked cat-shaped. “You’re so good at this,” I said in awe to the makeup artist. He only grinned modestly, but his eyes shone with pride in his work. “I try my best, miss.”

This question is like asking a chef if they are familiar with pots and pans, it's simply stupid! She pursed her lips and said, "It's alright." "Do you know about the brand Herseor's cosmetics? Are they good?" The makeup artist thought she was being verbose, but still said, "Herseor is a top makeup brand created by CC, a renowned makeup artist. It is not sold publicly and only accepts private customization. I saw it when I was an apprentice at a famous actress's place before. The makeup effect is particularly good, and it is the most skin-friendly makeup I have ever seen."

Chapter 44 We are neighbors DESIRE’S STORE Chloe twirled around as she stepped into the line of makeup kits. One of the things Desire is well known for is her amazing skin and face products, that helps every woman raise their confidence and help them look flawlessly beautiful. Practically half of the population in LA use Desire's product. Her popularity ranges from far and near.

I need to feel new, look new. “I think it’s an ability,” I continue softly, my fingers ghosting over another bundle. “But I didn’t have it before… not until Adrian.” Silence stretches for a moment before Neema hums, lining her cart with a few more items—Essenza Gold Repair Cream, Noir Bloom Lip Veil, and a Glass Drop Hydrating Mist. “Sounds like a mate-bond trigger,” she says casually. Just as we rounded the last aisle, heading toward checkout,fate decided to have a laugh.

“Think the outfit will wake sleeping beauty from his coma?” “He’s in a coma, André. He’s not going to see what I’m wearing.” I rolled my eyes, smoothing the red romper I was wearing. “But if he wakes up, he will. And he’s going to see your favorite color… red.” He stuck his tongue out. “I’m just saying you’re hot. Even if he’s not your mate, an outfit like that will wake any straight man up. Right, girls?” I saw that Delilah, Persephone, and Isis had left their rooms. “You look stunning, Katrina.” Delilah smiled brightly.

He had brought the ropes, whip, a paddle, ball gagged and nipples clamp. I wore a tight black leather swimsuit, one that I had ordered two days ago and arrived this morning. I had bought a mask too. I didn't know why most of the women wore it, Mr. Raphael hadn’t worn one. Maybe it was part of the role. I ran the tip of the whip up his chisels abdomen. “From now on you’ll call me Madame A,” I said, making my voice thick like the women I had watched. “Yes, Madame A,” he said, his voice shuddering as though he was trying to catch his breath.

“That motherfucker is gonna shit a diamond when he sees you. If he doesn’t fall over, I will.” I smile, just a little. “Let him.” Jenna raises her mimosa. “To badass bitches in black.” We all clink glasses. The makeup artist quietly dabs powder along my jaw, pretending not to listen, but I see the way her eyes flick toward the mirror. I sit still while she works on my face. My skin is glowing, my cheekbones sharp, my lips brushed in a soft rose. Nothing too bridal. Just enough to make someone stare.