Most Expensive Lipstick Novels & Stories

She snapped, mumbling an apology to both I and Giulia for her sudden outburst, but could I blame the girl? “I love your lipstick, what shade and brand is it?” I asked, changing the topic to brighten her mood. Her face lit up instantly, “It's my brand actually, JEM, this shade is Victoria baby.” She grabbed her purse and pulled out a matte lipstick, she re-applied it and waited for a minute before picking up her wine glass. Pressing her lips on the glass she turned it to show the absence of stain on the glass. “It’s my newest product, not launched yet and don't worry it's child labour free.” She gushed, impressed with herself.

“...I’m sorry about that.” Venice sighed as she gave me a small smile. I just nodded my head and looked at the cream that made Jasmine excited. It was a limited edition cream that has been popular to some noble ladies. I don't know much about it but it became a trend because it came out as a set and was very expensive. “The bidding starts at 1 Million dollars.” See? Who would– “A-Ah… 1 million bids by number 14 from the VVIP are! Going once? Going twice?...”

"Yes, Mrs. Ripley." Walter ordered the maid to bring over all the gifts Lucy had brought. At the same time, Tobias couldn't stay put in the dining room anymore. He had just stepped out when the maid took the gifts inside. Mariam looked at the gift boxes on the table and said in surprise, "Is this Chanel's latest limited edition high-end skincare product? "They say that this set costs several dozen thousand dollars. More to the point, it's very difficult to track one down. Where did you buy it?"

"Must be trash." "Shut up!" The woman exploded with indignation and humiliation. "I use cosmetics from Blooming Group! What's more, they're premium products that aren't available for general sale!" She puffed up and eyed Kiran haughtily. "For your information, each bottle costs a million bucks." "Holy crap! Is it that expensive?" someone in the crowd exclaimed. "Blooming Group is the largest cosmetics company in Bayville. All their products cost an arm and a leg."

“One more thing, peaches. We need to stop at that Ulta. You need some decent palettes, a little blush, and a couple signature lipsticks. That’s all, I promise.” “That can’t be covered by the discretionary fund.” “My treat. Please?” So we come out of the makeup store with a brown neutral eye palette and a mauve and pink eye palette, a deep raisin, almost black, lipstick and a dark rose-colored neutral lipstick, some incredibly expensive mascara, black, nude, and red nail polishes, and a blush palette, with a set of makeup brushes. “I feel like Pretty Woman,” I tell him when we get in the car, overwhelmed but happy.

It felt lumpy, uneven, like something had been stuffed inside the pillowcase. Beverly glanced around nervously, then unzipped the pillow cover. What she found inside made her gasp out loud. Hidden in the down filling were five tubes of makeup—but not the cheap drugstore variety she'd been buying. These were luxury cosmetics from brands she'd only seen in magazines. A foundation that cost more than she made in a week of cleaning offices. Mascara from Paris. Lipstick that came in its own velvet case. And another note, in the same elegant handwriting:

A woman in red sniggered loud enough that Journee heard her. “I know! It’s the cheapest from the Luxe Collection… that … bride certainly doesn’t know quality.” Another lady commented. Hearing words being thrown around, Journee strained her ear to find out more about those around her. “How much is that anyway? $9,000, $10,000?” The woman in red said as she took a puff of her vape. “NO! A mere $6,900!” Her friend answered, her body language made Journee think of the overacting in the High School Musical.

I picked the nude stick heels and slowly wore it back to where I hanged the two dress and finally arrived to the decision and pick the tan dress that Hadrian had bought me and pair it with my tan shinning Louis Vuitton bag. "What am I going to do now?" I whispered to my reflection as I faced the make up and lipstick I had on my table. I checked it one by one before using it and found out that they're all expired. I only had two lipstick left, the nude and the maroon color. Ever since my modelling career started, nude lipstick really became my signature. I'm known to be the pale vampire in the modelling industry but this time, I want to make some changes, I'll go darker as this page would be

“How much are her nails?” “She’s also doing a pedicure. Total is £100,” the technician replied, rolling his eyes in disapproval. “Khalid, go now. You’re pissing people off,” Aisha hissed. He only smiled, that infuriatingly charming smile. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a thick wad of cash and slapped £105 on the table. Before Aisha could protest, he snatched the colour chart and pointed at ‘Angel Tears #212’.. a beautiful pearlescent shade with a delicate shimmer.

Aria's POV I stood in front of the vanity table, my two hands feTes on it as I stared down at the arrays of makeup that lined on top of the thin frame. I picked what looked to be a gold lipstick and brought it in front of my face. 'Why does everything have to be so excessive and expensive looking?' Ava asked. I turned the lipstick looking thing in my hand as I studied the designs on it. Ava was right. It looked like it's body had been molded from gold and it's engraved designs had been done by gods.