Maid Look Novels & Stories

The maid asked to be sure of what she heard and west nodded. "The master made a strict order to make you look less attractive so you won't end up vulnerable!" The maid said sharply as she prepared to leave with the so called make up kits she came along with. "Make me less attractive and vulnerable??!! What's that suppose to mean??" West asked but wasn't given an answer as the maids opened the door and left one at a time. Even the way they walk,like a robot. West sighed as she gazed at her face in the mirror,she looked like Wednesday all of a sudden with that pale face of hers and the dark eye shadows made her look more like......

Elena’s POV Mia’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she zipped up the dress around my body. The moment I turned to the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself. The black dress hugged my curves like a second skin, the fabric clinging to my hips and emphasizing every inch of my body. The deep V-cut plunged daringly between my breasts, leaving just enough to the imagination yet teasingly revealing. The hemline stopped at my upper thighs, a slit running up the side, exposing the smooth skin of my leg with every movement. My long, dark hair cascaded down my shoulders in loose waves, and my lips, painted a bold red, stood out against my flawless complexion.

Maeve "And they really didn't talk about Tasia at all?" Myla moved about the room, glancing at her reflection in the mirror as she examined her hair. It had been styled in long, thin braids that touched her waist and had been woven with strips of turquoise silk. They had been fashioned in an intricate updo, and the bun of braids on the top of her head had been decorated with tiny jewels shaped like seashells. She looked absolutely exquisite, and I was very much looking forward to whatever dress she was wearing tonight.

Mia Langston turned 20 today, and she had never been more nervous in her life. She stood in front of the full-length mirror in her childhood bedroom, smoothing down the silver dress that clung to her curves like liquid moonlight. The neckline dipped low enough to show the soft swell of her full breasts, and the hem ended high on her toned thighs. She had spent hours getting ready — curling her long chestnut hair, applying soft makeup that made her hazel eyes pop, and carefully choosing the delicate white lace lingerie underneath.

Within thirty minutes, Maeve sat in her own kitchen chair while they worked on her face, her hair, transforming her from street vendor to something else entirely. The dress they'd brought was midnight blue, simple but clearly expensive, the kind of cut that made her look taller, more elegant. The shoes actually fit. The makeup was subtle but effective, she looked like herself, just polished to a shine she'd never achieved alone. When they finished, one of the assistants held up a mirror. Maeve barely recognized herself. "Mr. Langston has excellent taste," the lead woman said, packing up her kit. "You look perfect." But perfect for what? Maeve wondered. Perfect for a wife? Or perfect for a sa

"Are you satisfied, Luna?" I smiled brightly and nodded vigorously. I have never seen such a beautiful version of myself. My hair is tied up in a high bun, revealing a long, white neck, and the bangs are naturally curled to the sides of my face. Today's makeup style is all about charm. The red lipstick stood out on my already white skin, and along with the luxurious dress, I turned into a mighty queen.

She needed to decide how and when she was going to kill Ian. The maid quickly dried her hair and then combed all of it to the back of her head. She then tied it up, braiding it elaborately. With that pair of magic hands of hers, a stunning beauty immediately appeared in the mirror. She wore a black camisole cocktail dress which was both elegant and sexy. Mia picked a pair of sparkling diamond eardrops for her. Amelia stopped her when she tried to replace her necklace. Mia then did her make-up. After Mia was done, Amelia examined herself in the full-length mirror. The girl who appeared there was too gorgeous for her to recognize. In her whole life, she had never felt so beautiful. Sadly, it w

The fabric shimmered under the light, and as she slipped it on, she couldn’t help but admire how it accentuated her figure. “Now for your makeup and hair,” one of the maids said, her hands deftly working to enhance Isla’s features. They applied a soft blush, a hint of mascara, and a touch of gloss that made her lips look fuller. When they finished styling her hair into soft waves that cascaded down her shoulders, Isla felt a mix of disbelief and gratitude.

And Lydia believed her And honestly? Vanessa kind of meant it. She had spent her time stalking YouTube makeup channels like it was a full time job, pausing, rewinding, practicing on both their faces until she found the look that worked. The night before, they’d even done a homemade face mask they found on i*******m, laughing the whole time It didn’t matter if the prep was five-star or DIY. The whole thing still felt huge— glittery, exciting, like something that would be remembered. Their own little version of the MET Gala

’ Anna had to remind Maureen. ‘Hahahahaha thank you guys so much, if Billy doesn't make me his girlfriend by the end of tonight, then there is absolutely something wrong with the society.’ I said. Let me give you a short description of how gorgeous I looked. Maureen changed the way my dreadlocks looked completely into long, shiny, curly locks. She had me wear her red mini dress that just did justice to my figure, hugged my round behind, and revealed my spontaneous cleavage. She applied foundation and all sorts of make-up on my face that just made me look like a Barbie doll. Fake nails, fake eyelashes, matching red lips.... the works. I finished it all off with 12-inch black stilettos and a m