Maid Look Novels & Stories

The girl tried to assure her that everything will be fine, but she didn't raise her head, all is she dodged her head in between the pillow and doing sniffing sound. Lia looked at her with sad eyes and the girl was started doing her job, as she slid down the grown on her figure and it fitted perfectly on her figure, she was looking breathtakingly beautiful. "You are looking so amazing ...Mam." Lia also looked herself in the mirror. Yes, she was looking super beautiful, though there was some bug under her eyes but it can be fixed with light make up. Lia had never wore this type of dress, most of the time she wore simple jeans and pant since it was most comfortable for her, but seeing herself i

Mia said as she brought out a black gorgeous dress. The texture, screaming luxury. The length, the way it curves out my shape, I felt like a Mafia lord chic. “For your hair” she packed my natural hair together. “This brown color is making you look so soft, now let's get you something dark,” she said, covering my hair with a black, silky hair. She proceeded with my make-up and after a few minutes, she gave me permission to open my eyes. For once, I couldn't recognize myself. It was like I had a different face in me. It was satisfying, I felt a different energy all over me.

It matches the slim-fit, sleeveless dress, dominated by white satin with bright blue scales, a mermaid-like look. "Wow, it's very bright," I praised. "Of course, Miss Misya!" Miss Li nimbly picked up the applicator and began coloring my lips. The 30s woman, who always wore her hair in a bun, combined a pale base color with shades of dusk orange. "I purposely didn't apply heavy makeup to you. Since you've just experienced something extraordinary, I want you to be reborn with a radiant glow. Mermaid makeup is the perfect fit!" she exclaimed excitedly, her narrow eyes bulging.

“Enjoy the view tonight.” The memory burns in Adrianna’s mind until— “We’re done.” The maid’s words snap her back to the present. Adrianna blinks, focusing on the mirror. Her smoky eye makeup is perfect — a blend of black and silver shadows that make her green eyes almost hypnotic. Her lips are painted in deep crimson, matching the ruby studs in her ears. Her hair is swept into a sleek, low bun, with a few loose strands framing her face. She looks regal… untouchable. But her chest still aches with an invisible weight.

he smirked, his eyes focused on his computer. Mia was dressed to the nines, on a sleeveless pink crop top, which exposed her fair and smooth skin, and denim jean pants which hung tightly on her legs and tiny waist. She also tied a pink scarf, which covered the reddish marks on her neck from last night, and wore bold heart shaped glasses. She was so beautiful that no man could resist her charms, her makeup was light and exquisite but she didn't forget to apply the reddish lip gloss which always made her easily outstanding and noticed wherever she came.

She fastens it around my neck and pats my shoulders. "See? Now you are ready. If you fidget any more, I will tape your hands to your sides." I try not to roll my eyes, but when I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My hair, usually straight and plain, now falls in loose waves down my back, artfully arranged to frame the mask. The makeup Lorena applied makes my green eyes seem deeper and more mysterious. The emerald mask, adorned with tiny crystals and delicate filigree, transforms my ordinary features into something almost regal.

It has a fitted lining in the inside but there was also lacy and thin fabric covering it around. The owner of the boutique was right when he said that his masterpiece can help her shine like a sun, making her confidence reached its high level. Then, she turned and fixed her hair into a one-sided pony tail to her left shoulder. She also applied light make up and matched them with her wedge sandals. Maia smiled at herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. "I am not just a one night stand girl," she muttered. A soft knocked interrupted her followed by the door opening and a gasped.

“not the girl who hides in the kitchen.” the dress is black. simple, but it cuts at the waist and falls to my knees. heels. red lip. hair soft over one shoulder. when they turn me to the mirror i don’t recognize myself. i look expensive. i look like isabella. i look like someone victoria couldn’t ignore. my stomach flips. “i can’t walk in these.” “you can,” mae says. “and you will.” “what if they laugh?” “they won’t,” claire says. “they’ll shut up.”

“But don’t go like some old woman. I will choose your outfit.” Half an hour later, Lina was looking at herself in the mirror. She barely recognized her own reflex; Maddie had outdone herself. Her skin was covered in foundation, which covered the few freckles she had, but it did. The eyes were smokey, with such a beautiful cat eye that Lina didn't know if she would have the courage to remove it later. Pink lipstick finished off the look. The hair, which was normally in a bun or in a low ponytail, was placed higher on the head. “Oh, my...”

“Men are visual creatures. If you want to leave him speechless, wear the right makeup.” “But not too much,” Patricia chimed in. “Just red lipstick and liquid eyeliner. Keep it sexy but understated. And don’t forget to wax or shave—smooth skin is a game-changer.” Now, standing before the mirror, I could barely recognize myself. The bold red lipstick, the soft curves framed by the delicate lace—it was like staring at a stranger. This would be the last time I saw the old Arlene Mejorada, the shy, uncertain girl. Tonight, I would become a woman in every sense of the word.