Make Up Untuk Kebaya Warna Merah นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Haya missed her parents, it's true that Mehr never let her feel their absence in her life but still. She was thankful to Allah for sending a man like Maaz into her life. A simple, loving, caring and down to earth person, nowadays it's hard to find a man like him. He did every possible thing to make her happy even though she misunderstood and hated him. Soon the makeup artist arrived and started doing her work. An hour or two later she was ready. She looked like a princess wearing that off-white sharara suit made of satin silk with zari and Dori works on the details and heavy embroidery, a beige bottom and a sari dupatta gives the outfit a sophisticated look.

Grandma smiled happily looking at them who smiled sincerely at each other. Two hours later, Pak Penghulu who was called by Kenzo to marry himself with Nila was present in Grandma Rosa's room. However, this marriage is only a marriage contract. However, Grandma Rosa wanted to see Nila wearing a traditional Bangka Belitung dress called the cual cloth setting suit. Nila wears women's clothing in Bangka Belitung on the bottom using cual cloth in the form of Bangka's original woven cloth from Mentok and uses a head decoration or crown called Paksian. Nila as the bride. Usually, wearing a red bracket with a cloth material. Meanwhile, for Kenzo as the groom, he uses a turban or what the people of B

“What is it? Invitations, souvenirs, Bridemaid ehm I don't think I need it. I don't have really close friends. It's better to just have the usual bridesmaids. How are you regarding the building negotiations? Is it okay?” “Tomorrow will be the news. So let's talk about it.” Arini's smile grew wider. “I think that's the only thing missing. As for the dress I'm going to wear, I just need a fitting. I'm lazy if I have to order it. But I want to wear a white kebaya during the ceremony. And I want it to be my own. I want it to be my own.” Richard nodded approvingly. “Whatever you want, just tell me. I'll try to make it happen.”

Ellen continued after she had recovered her composure. “Yup. There’s no problem. I should leave soon anyways,” Zak said casually as he leaned back onto the sofa and relaxed. “Well then, please wait for a little while longer, we will be done with Miss Natalia soon,” Ellen said before smiling nervously at Zak. After that exchange with Zak, the women returned their full attention to me and soon my hair and make-up was complete. Checking how I looked in the mirror, I was splendidly satisfied with what I saw. This should do very well for tonight’s event. The pink and gold tone make up I had on along with the slightly shiny rosy pink lip color should go very well with the dress. My hair was also s

That is what she was made to do. "I am thinking of either a maroon red or a gray dress. What do y'all think?" I have always been drawn to red, black and gray. So I made it the pack colors too. They both started giggling. "Elaina, you'd look hot in anything. You're the Alpha. I think making a statement as Alpha and to your mate would be wearing the red..." Bethany said as she pointed to my rack of gray, silver, and red dresses that Erica sent. Which made me smile deeply. She knew me so well.

She permitted in a cool voice to hide the tremor in it. Shortly after the woman left, two young girls strutted into her room one holding a colossal makeup kit wearing short skirt and shirt, her wig cut in bob and the other wearing red and white striped knee length kimono, matching palazzo pants and white shirt underneath. She walks with air of confidence, a wide smile taking over her face as she walks closer to where she is sitting on the vanity table. "At least, you've done the turare, Bushra just woke up." Yasmeen gave her a quick hug, motioning for the makeup woman to set her things and start working immediately. They don't have much time, the bride should be ready soon.

"I'm just making them stand out a little more." I give her a small smile, though my mind is busy sorting out tonight's guest list, of who will be useful, who is a threat, and who I still need to figure out. It feels strange. I am preparing for battle while getting ready for a party. "Let's make your eyes stand out more," the makeup artist suggests. "It'll match that stunning red dress." That dress. My small act of defiance.

But for now, I'll enjoy this moment of calm before the storm. As the maids finish getting me ready, I slip into my beautiful dress, a stunning creation with touches of red that complement one of my favorite colors. The fabric drapes elegantly around me, and I can't help but feel like a true princess as I twirl in front of the mirror. Which I am, literally. The maids then adorn me with jewelry, delicate pieces that sparkle in the light and add a touch of glamour to my ensemble. Finally, they apply my makeup, enhancing my features and giving me a rosy glow.

The three professional makeup artists left, leaving Airin alone in her room which was again quiet. Tonight she was going to meet that perverted old man. Airin stared at her reflection in the mirror with a cold gaze. Light make-up covered her skin. Her originally straight hair was made slightly wavy and curled up, then decorated with small flower pins. Airin wore a kebaya, which she had never worn before. Airin only ever saw her friends wearing these clothes on the day they got married. Usually, Airin only attends as a guest and never thinks of being in that position, but no one knows what God has planned. Because this is where Airin is now, wearing a bridal kebaya in a room that has also bee