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Jessica was taken aback, as she hadn't expected such a charming woman to be missing a leg. Well, it's a pity. Her other leg, which was still intact, looked quite attractive. "There were no other seats available, only this one empty seat. I was in a hurry when I left, so I couldn't settle down properly and had to take your seat temporarily." The woman spoke and took off the sunglasses on her face, revealing a charming face. The woman's facial features cannot be described as versatile, and her face shape is not an oval or almond-shaped face. The diamond-shaped facial contour adds a touch of elegance to her.

After a moment of waiting, Cherry arrived wearing a flowery high waist short, flowery blouse, and flowery sandals, and even if Christmas is near still her outfit is for summer. “Hi!” She greeted me and went near me and kissed my cheek as a part of her greeting. “I know you are Lady because I can still remember you,” She said and she sits in front of me and takes one from my fun shot and eats it, and laughs. “This is my second time purchasing your product because I love the first red lipstick that I purchased from you… it is so very long-lasting…It is a super stay lipstick. I already ate and the lipstick is still there, I already toothbrush it is still there and I already sleep and when I wok

Olivia removed her mask first, then her sunglasses, revealing a flawlessly made-up face. Though faint traces of time showed, they only enhanced her mature allure. Her mesmerizing, fox-like eyes were captivating, making it impossible to look away. In person, she was even more stunning than in her photos. Her face was small, barely the size of a palm. It was as if fate had showered her with blessings, and it would have been a shame if she hadn’t entered the entertainment industry.

Lily was lying facing the window, her eyes closed; she seemed to be deeply asleep. "Why did you have to be so much like her?" I muttered irritably. "It's been a long time since I dreamed of her or even remembered her face," I said seriously, but Lily didn't move. She must be in a deep sleep. I gently caressed her face, running my rough fingers over her delicate features. Lily's face displayed a unique beauty, with fine, well-defined traits that exuded a delicate harmony. Her slightly almond-shaped eyes were adorned with long eyelashes that framed her deep and captivating gaze. The arched eyebrows added to the overall symmetry.

I took in a deep breath and nodded yes, and she slowly spun me around in the chair that some of the men brought in for this occasion. Looking in the mirror, I could not believe my eyes, Lina, the makeup artist did a natural look on my face, so as to leave the feel of not much makeup on. My eyes are done up with a smokey grey look, highlighting the almond shape of my eyes, and my lashes look longer and fuller than they ever had, but not so long that they look fake.

“Is there any difference? Am I recognizable?” Melissa nodded, a sad expression clouding her face. “That’s because you are aware of the disguise,” I said adamantly, turning back to the mirror to search for loopholes in my facade. It wasn’t just my hair I worked on; I had added black highlights under my eyes and a concealer on my lips to make myself look exhausted. Following a video I watched online, I had even altered my eye shape, changing my doe eyes into siren ones. For the final step, I used lenses to switch my emerald eyes to honey brown.

“What happened? Why do you look like that?” Eileen Russel looked up from the steak and potatoes she had been stabbing with the fork and knife as if she was murdering her food, to the elegantly dressed woman who just walked in the dining area of the equally elegant house. The woman was well maintained. Even if she did not look that pretty, she looked as if she was still in her late twenties rather than someone closer to forty years of age. She had an oval shaped face, and thin lips, thickened dramatically by lipstick, making it pouty. She had long chestnut colored hair that fell over her shoulders in soft waves courtesy of the salon. Unlike Eileen, whose real eyes were brown, the woman’s eyes

The one he considered his omen of bad luck. Although her sunglasses partially obscured her face, there was no mistaking the delicate jawline or the body he'd explored every inch of. Lithe and slender, she came nearly to his shoulder. An Omega Team T-shirt fell softly against rounded breasts his hands had cupped and kneaded. Worn jeans clung to nicely curved hips and long, slender legs. High cheekbones highlighted an oval a face and a mouth with full lips—a face he knew he'd never forget and lips he could still taste, even after all this time. Aviator shade hid her eyes, but yeah, that was definitely a ponytail hanging from the back of her cap. Luxurious sable hair that he'd run his fingers t

My feet seem more comfortable in these white flat shoes. I see the reflection of my face in the mirror. With a flawless make-up and soft pink lipstick my face looks fresh. I don't have to make shading because my nose is so tall and straight. There is no need for blush to be too much because my cheeks and jaw lines are well oval-shaped. I just keep my a bit curly hair down. I smiled at my reflection. Gorgeous!

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” The woman’s voice was like dark honey, smooth and rich. It came from behind her, but Lila saw her first in the mirror, a brunette emerging from between two glass panels as if materializing from another dimension. She was perhaps a few years older than Lila, with curves that rivaled and celebrated her own. She wore a Victorian-style corset of black satin and lace that cinched her waist dramatically and pushed her breasts up into magnificent, plump mounds that threatened to spill over the top. Her skin was porcelain against the black, and her eyes were pools of dark, shared hunger.