Maid Look Novels & Stories

“They might fight wars, but we’re fighting to make sure you look divine.” “Exactly!” another voice chimed in. That would be Mara, the pack’s seamstress. She was a petite woman with sharp eyes that missed nothing, her hands moving with expert precision as she jotted down my measurements on a notepad. Beside her, Kaia, the pack’s resident stylist, circled me like a hawk, muttering about fabrics, hairstyles, and whether my complexion suited gold or silver better. “Her hair,” Kaia mused, threading her fingers through the loose strands. “We could do an intricate braid. No—something soft and regal. Waves, perhaps?”

the maid said to the lady while extending a polite bow to her. Annalia gave a slight nod despite the fact that she was still a little perplexed by what was going on. Adam's got a ton of different stunts under his sleeve. After that, Annalia went to join them just as they were about to do her cosmetics. They gave her a fresh summer beach look by applying very little makeup on her face. Following that, a woman dressed in a maid's outfit did her hair as well. They decided to make the hair loose as well, and the curls that they put in Annalia's hair were beach curls since they felt that the hair and cosmetics should go together. They used hair spray to keep the curls in place for as long as poss

On the road, none of them said anything. Each of them was lost in their own thoughts. Once they reached the shoot location, Mia changed into her gown and sat down to get her make up done. Maria was sitting on the side, wearing a cap and a black mask, with loose and baggy clothes on that made her look quite comical. The makeup artist, while applying makeup on Mia, glanced at Maria out of curiosity and asked, “Mimi, who is that one over there? Why is she all wrapped up like that? Is she a celebrity or something?”

Her long hair that was braided before was left curled and resting on her shoulders. Her vivid red lips were also changed to a different color that made her look more flirtatious. Her new aqua blue evening gown had a high slit and it showed off her slender legs in their full glory. If Maia was a slightly cold yet elegant goodness before, she was a charming and graceful queen now. Both her makeup artist and stylist could not help but gasp at her beauty. Seconds later, the makeup artist explained, “Ms. Maia, Mr. Cedric specifically told me not to touch your wound, so I’ve not applied any concealer. This is the first time I’ve ever seen anyone do something so horrible!”

Not when Luke's life hung in the balance. Ava stood in front of her vanity, carefully applying her makeup and dressing in a crisp, professional outfit. Her features were striking, with high cheekbones, piercing green eyes, and full lips that curved into a forced smile as she applied a bold red lipstick. The color caressed her lips, accentuating their shape and fullness, but couldn't mask the hint of sadness in her eyes. As she finished, the door opened and Mia entered, holding her black and her face masked with concern. "Where are you getting dressed to go?" she asked, eyeing Ava's outfit with a mix of curiosity and worry.

'' the maid smiled. She began to tell Aliyah stories about how things didn't really work for her as a makeup artist and stylist. Aliyah felt for her and decided to give her a try. Her maid took her time to make her up and style her hair. She did it in an updo fashion, making sure that Aliyah's natural curls was prominent. It turned out to be mind-blowing and Aliyah was so happy. She thanked her maid and told her she's going to give her a reward. Then she puts on her dress and a beautiful shoe before going to stand before the mirror to check herself out.

She’d carefully done her makeup, pulled her hair into a loose knot so tendrils floated down her neck and worn huge dangly earrings that she thought looked pretty damn hot. It was a far cry from the tattered jeans and threadbare shirts she’d worn for so long. She felt pretty. Actually, she felt . . . gorgeous. Like someone worthy of attention from a man like Jace. “Ah, whoops!” Mia said, catching her arm so she didn’t face-plant on the floor. Then they both dissolved into giggles when Gabe’s eyes narrowed as he took in just how tipsy they were. “I vote we don’t go over there just yet,” Bethany said. “He, uhm, well . . . he looks kind of intense.”

"I knew I could trust you, you always make the prefect choice" "Maids," I ordered as three maida walked into my room, a make up assist, a hair dresser and a handmaid who would assist them in their work. "This would be fun, having people do things for me." I chuckled softly as I closed my eyes, preparing my face to be beautified. "I'm going to make a difference with this mantle Xavier passed on to me"I muttered to myself as they worked their magic on my face. "This is beautiful" I exclaimed staring at the beautiful transformation, it felt like I was the goddess herself.

She put her hair in a French braid, styling the front strands that fall over her scalp’s front, which covered her forehead to the fringe (bangs). “Cover your eyes, Bareea,” she ordered softly, holding the makeup kits. After she was through with turning and painting her face, she told her to open her eyes. Nadazhda’s eyes stared at the person in the mirror, who was also staring at her in awe. The person was different from her, she was a plain girl, but the lady in the mirror looked mature, beautiful and elegant. Rina flew to her, fluttering her tiny wings, happy at her work, “I’m the best makeup artist. He will lose his mind today,” she said sly as she put on her shoe for her.