Maid Look Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Aidan, who is she?!” Aidan instinctively wrapped an arm around Adriana’s waist, his thoughts briefly distracted: Why has she lost weight again? His protective stance was evident as he looked back at the girl with a faintly smug expression. “Who is she? Isn’t it obvious?” The girl was around twenty-five or twenty-six, dressed in a doll-collared outfit, with medium-length, sleek, ion-permed hair. Her makeup was carefully done in shades of orange and shimmering eyeshadow, giving her a youthful, Lolita-inspired appearance at first glance.

That was the most beautiful thing about her—her heart. I knew how dramatic she was so I don't take her act seriously, she hypes me up at every chance she gets but when I looked at the mirror I was dumbfounded. " Wait... What?" I stammer. " is this...me?". " Yes Aria. Aren't you pretty?". My eyes brimmed almost in tears as I stare at myself once more. Liana curled my straight hair into a wavy form letting it flow past my shoulders. My amber eyes matching the color of my outfit. An honey like straight gown. I loved the simplicity about the makeup and all.

The one that will introduce me to the world. This shit is actually real. It’s really happening. My chest tightens at the thought. “Come on, let’s get started. We don’t have much time.” Mia says. We get started. We start with the makeup. The makeup artist said she would be going for something minimal and light, a no-makeup makeup look. It would still be something that defines my face, every angle, and every contour.

The girl is a delinquent. And contrary to what I thought, Lia dressed up really fast and she looked real stunning in the dress I suggested for her and the make up that didn’t really look like she had make up on. She’d explained to me while we were on our way to the middle of the pack gathering that she opted for a natural look. So why’d you use make up to make yourself look like you didn’t use makeup. Things doesn’t make sense with women and I am not even going to try to make sense of it.

She pulled her hands away slowly, and my gaze fell on my reflection in the mirror. I barely recognized the girl staring back at me. The smoky eye makeup made my green eyes pop, giving them a sultry, mysterious depth. The crimson lipstick she’d chosen was bold and commanding, exuding a seductive yet powerful aura. My hair, with its playful space buns and loose curls, added a touch of whimsy to the overall look. I looked like the quintessential “hot girl” from a high school movie—the one everyone secretly wanted but pretended to despise, spreading rumors about her just to feel better about themselves.

It was time to get ready. Mae took a deep breath and headed to her bedroom, where the dress lay neatly on the bed. She shrugged and began her preparation ritual. She started by touching up her makeup. Standing in front of her vanity, Mae applied a light foundation, a soft blush, and a subtle eyeshadow that brought out the color of her eyes. She carefully lined her eyes with a delicate stroke of eyeliner and added a coat of mascara to her lashes, giving them a gentle curl. Lastly, she chose a soft, rosy lipstick that complemented her natural look.

Zara asked, handing me the diamante covered lilac mask which had been made to match the dress. I merely nodded, moving over to a silver panel on the citadel’s exterior wall so that I could use it as a mirror. My hair and makeup had been artfully done by Ally so that I resembled a succubus as long as you didn’t look too closely, my lips a rosey red and my skin looking utterly flawless. She had even plastered fake eyelashes on me and had finished them off with a thousand strokes of mascara. I carefully placed the mask on my face, trying not to mess up the stylish curls which Ally had twisted up and pinned into place.

A beautiful girl with long hair down her back hums softly in front of the mirror to adorn herself, aiming to look more beautiful than usual. She applies various types of makeup to her face, enhancing the natural beauty she was born with. The girl, named Airin, smiles as she observes the subtle Korean-style makeup on her face, further perfecting her beauty. "Perfect!" she praises herself inwardly before reaching for the sling bag on the nightstand, draping it over her shoulder, and stepping out. She is about to meet a man known through social media.

It ended at mid thigh showing way too much leg. The maid came over with makeup and hair stuff. She curled my hair in big loose waves. Then she did my makeup. Red lipstick to match the dress. When she finished she stepped back. "You look beautiful miss." I looked at myself in the mirror. I did look good. The dress was gorgeous even if it was way too short. My hair looked amazing. The makeup was perfect. But I hated it. I looked like a doll. Like something he dressed up to show off.

It's like he has an obsession with tight bodices and unmanageable frills. It's not like the dress is awful, it's just really hard to breathe properly. She sighs gustily as The maid, Rebecca, fusses around her, ensuring every detail of her appearance is perfect. Her hair was styled in an intricate updo, with a few loose curls framing her face. The makeup was subtle yet enhancing, emphasizing her striking features. Despite Rebecca's efforts to reassure her, Leia's discomfort only grows as the moment of departure approaches.