Maid Look Novels & Stories

He was stealing their hearts gradually while I just sat and watched. I saw Makaila come to the field and I sighed involuntary. Her blond hair bounced as she skipped in looking beautiful. Lately, she has started wearing cloths with more colour and it made her beautiful. No more baggy cloths hiding her well defined curves. Why would she want to hide them? She was hot. I ran up to her. "Makaila." I called. She turned to look at me and her lips spread in a small smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Madison said and it made Dahila blush. At the makeover store, Madison was first to get her face glammed and she looked so lovely she could be taken for Cinderella, Dahila got in sear next and when the makeover artist announced she was done, she slowly opened her eyes and was marveled at the transformation that had been done, she felt so pretty and happy, she was breathtaking, elegant and had her heavenly look. Madison screamed and asked her to spin for her cos she was so surprised to see her nonchalant friend look so extraordinary.

"Done, boss! But Liora... are you sure Mavric isn’t suspicious?” “I saw in the news he installed the latest 'Aegis' security system in the building." Liora glanced toward her bedroom door. "He’s suspicious, but he has no proof. Mavric wants to see my performance. “He’s the kind of man who likes to watch his prey fight before delivering the final bite himself." At five in the afternoon, London’s most elite makeup team arrived at the Manor. Liora asked them to create a "sharp" look. She did not want to appear pretty like a doll; she wanted to look like a goddess ready to pass judgment.

Marcia chuckled lightly, "Right, a one in a hundred years kind of guy!" Her smile transformed her once simple makeup, making it seem alive and vibrant. Kevin hadn't let the makeup artist overdo her look. Her eyes were elegantly defined, enhancing their depth, while her lips were a striking, seductive red. Her smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and impossible to ignore.

She helped me create a makeup style that I could easily change. As Lia, I planned to wear my hair down, and when I transformed into Akira, I would put it up in a loose and messy bun. The dress was the best part. Initially, the dress was for me to attend as Akira, but after a closer look, I saw that it could quickly transform.

, the dress is so beautiful, how can I wear it? "Yes, you can. It's your birthday gift from Luc and me." She smiled looking at me, satisfied by my reaction. I was beyond amazed by her work. The makeup was minimal and looked natural. She just focused a bit on the eyes. My hair was in a sophisticated pearl-embellished low bun with few curled strands here and there. I looked amazing, she made me look amazing without going over the top. "Let me get my phone" Maya rushed to her room while I kept staring at the mirror. I've never felt this beautiful before.

She asked, stepping into the room fully, blushing when I intentionally let my mouth open and gush over her cuteness, which was rolling all over her in waves. “You like what you see?” She asked, and I nodded, blushing myself as I watched her rake me from up to down. “Do I look okay?” I asked, and she nodded frantically, her steps hurried as she came to feel the texture of my gown. “You are beautiful, Maya. Too bad, or rather too good that you will be wearing a mask. I doubt anyone would be aware that you are the one. The wig is a killer too. You really look different, different but drop dead gorgeous all the same.” Diana stated.

It fit perfectly, hugging her figure in a way that made Alina feel both nervous and beautiful. “My lady,” the maid said admiringly, adjusting the fabric slightly, “this dress suits you perfectly. You have a very lovely shape.” “Thank you,” Alina replied, her cheeks warming. She sat before the mirror as the maid gently styled her hair, gathering it into a neat ponytail and decorating it with delicate bands that added a soft elegance to her look. Once her hair was done, the maid opened the makeup box. She applied light powder, brushed her lashes gently, and added a touch of lipstick.

“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.

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.