Novelas y relatos de Make Up Untuk Kebaya Warna Merah

186 Several days had passed, and today was the ceremonial bath event for Silvi. Everything was well-prepared, and the guests were moved by the event, which was expertly guided by the paid organizers, arranged by Silvi's parents. Silvi's large family wore matching light green kebaya, while Devin's family, who were present, wore light blue kebaya. The event was conducted with great solemnity, and Silvi looked beautiful despite wearing makeup that wasn't too flashy.

She trusted Rosa too much. After the bath, Alia was helped by the girl Sauda a make up artists that was recommended by Ritah. Saudah's make up skills are too good in that in few seconds she was done making wonders on Alia's already beautiful face. Having the makeup done, Alia was helped by her aunt Fareedah to put on her gomesi. Gomesi is also known as busuuti locally. It is a very elaborated dress with a square neck adorned with two buttons, pointy sleeves, full skirt, and a huge sash.

Bea’s enthusiasm was palpable, and her genuine belief in the magic of the evening infused me with a newfound confidence. As we continued our preparations, Bea revealed an array of beauty products fit for a princess. The table was adorned with an assortment of makeup brushes, shimmering eyeshadow palettes, and luxurious skincare products. I couldn’t believe that she had curated such a collection specifically for us. It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves.

The staff brought in the most expensive and tasty bottle of wine for everyone to enjoy while they enjoyed the evening, chatter and dance. Mother made sure my cake and flowers were ready. She also made sure that a famous designer came all the way from a different continent to come and custom make my dress. The dress is so beautiful and it reminds me of mermaids. I feel like a mermaid princess inside it with my little crown that sits on my perfectly made hair. The stylist didn’t waste much time on my makeup , she insisted that I am pretty enough and just a little eye makeup will be okay for me , I didn’t mind because my mind and thoughts were far off and on something else.

I inquired, and they confirmed, "Yes, my queen. Some maids are assisting her." Satisfied with their response, I concluded my bath, and a soft towel enveloped my body as they led me back to the room. Seated in front of the table mirror, they began applying makeup to enhance my features and restyling my hair. Opting for a palette of warm, earthy tones, they complimented my complexion and accentuated my eyes. As they worked, they exchanged soft whispers and shared occasional smiles, creating a tranquil and serene ambiance. Once they were satisfied with my makeup, they fashioned my hair into an elegant bun, applying just the right amount of gel. Finally, they presented me with a flowing gown in

They weren't convinced that I could do it. I was bathed and dressed in a "Bedlah". The Bedlah is made up of two pieces, the half top and the flare skirt. It was a red colour and ornate with lots of sparkly sequins, beads, and fringe. My hair was styled beautifully and a few face adornments were applied to my face. They also arranged golden chains around my neck, bracelets, and dangling earnings. The Bali dancing does not mandate putting on a shoe, but they got me into one that I will wear to the site of the banquet.

The girl asked again, pointing at Rebecca. Rebecca became even angrier. How dare that little girl refer to her as a maid. Does she even look like one? "I'm not so sure. But I trust you all here." The girls gladly decided to take up the job, promising to make the dress beautiful. "I suggest you go for a purple colour as it is the colour of royalty. Not the sharp purple, but a lighter shade. You are still new, so it is better you wear something not too sharp or complicated, but at the same time elegant and let you stand out." Another girl suggested.

Two hours later, Emma’s face was caked with makeup and she was wearing a regal gown that she could never afford. The gown was made of silk and hugged her body in all the right places. She had almost smiled after she looked into the mirror after the makeup session. She looked so beautiful, more than she had ever seen herself look before. She looked like a movie star. Her red hair had been styled with oils that made the red color more vibrant. The usually bone straight hair had been styled into waves and looked so different.

Time had flown by. I reluctantly surrendered to their ministrations. The makeup artist, a petite woman with nimble fingers, worked her magic, transforming my tired face into something resembling a Gala-worthy visage. It took nearly an hour, a process involving countless brushes, powders, and sprays. Ester, meanwhile, hovered nearby, offering encouragement and occasionally critiquing the artist's technique. Finally, she presented me with the dress, a stunning Caftan one-shoulder velvet mermaid gown. The high split revealed a generous amount of leg, a detail that made me slightly apprehensive.

She leaves my curls loose down my back with a delicate crown twist around my head, then adds golden shimmering eyeshadow and supple red lipstick for my makeup. Finally, it’s time for my dress. My mother pulls out my gown for tonight, which is a masterpiece of burnt orange silk, fading to deep red at the hem. The bodice is intricately beaded with amber crystals that catch the light, creating the illusion of flickering flames.