Novel Makeup Crossword Novels & Stories

She exclaimed before removing the Buvelle shades. She then pulled the compact mirror inside her designer bag and checked herself onto it. Her makeup was a beat in earth-toned eyeshadows, her microbladed brows were on fleek, the contours and highlighters were on point, and her lips were tinted in gradient nude pink. Velma wore cosmetics almost every day because she was the ambassador for a high-end makeup brand and skincare products as well. She smiled at her reflection before closing the compact lid and putting it back in the bag.

She hated its length especially when it was so ugly, but she feared she'd look like an alien, bald or some animal ugly baby. Carrie was through with her hair and started on her makeup. "Make her makeup very heavy and make her face look clear from those freckles," Mrs. Rose told Carrie. Paris's eyes remained kept away from the mirror while Carrie did her makeup. Her face began to feel so heavy and stiff at how many powders and makeup Carrie was using on her face. Carrie finished her work with a bright red lip gloss. "You look beautiful," said Carrie. Mrs. Rose agreed stunned by Carrie wonderful work.

“This lady a psychopath or something?” Nova bobbed her head, her voice sweet as apple pie, “Yes. Yes, she is.” I was dragged upstairs by Nova, who had brought everything we’d ever need to get ready for the ball. She opened her bag of makeup and started yanking out eye-shadow pallets, eyeliners, and even a few pairs of false lashes. Some of her enthusiasm faltered when she saw the state of my bedroom, but it quickly returned as she started getting the two of us ready.

- she says “She’s a perfectionist” - Marco says while he gets the dress all ready for me I feel so spoiled. This is amazing. After my make up is done and I look at myself in the mirror I don’t even recognise myself. All the colours used were nudes and black on my eyes. They are popping. The green is met with the black and makes my eyes stand out perfectly. Still a simple but beautiful makeup. I would never be able to accomplish this myself. I look so beautiful.

For three years, my husband and I had lived apart because of our long-distance relationship. Then I landed a bridal makeup job in the city where he often stayed for work. I planned to surprise him after I finished the job, but three days before the wedding, I sprained my wrist. I explained the situation to my client and offered her a full refund, but she refused. "Everyone only gets one special day like this in their life, Felicia! I want my husband to see me at my prettiest on the most important day of our lives! I don't wanna be anything less for him..." I couldn't convince her otherwise, so I decided to bring my apprentice, Dakota McCree, to apply the makeup while I guided her. Then I

Night settled slowly over Èze, turning the villa windows gold with the light from inside. I did my own makeup. Natural, people called it. A funny word for forty minutes of work. Light foundation. Just enough concealer. A little warmth across my eyelids, mascara, brows cleaned up, and blush that made me look like I’d slept eight hours instead of living in the middle of a criminal investigation. I finished with a reddish nude on my lips. My hair was pulled into a low bun that wasn’t too severe, with a few strands left loose around my face.

I asked, raising the magazine up to see it clearly again. "Glitter eye makeup is...it says something...it says I'm here. It's cheek. It's playful. We're making a wine fashion show remember? Nobody wants to see a boring makeup. We need the makeup up to wow everyone the same way the dresses will." She spoke passionately,I almost forgot she didn't have any shoes on. "You're right. I know someone that'll do well" "Niceee." "Her name is Carly and she lives in Seattle. I'd give her a call."

Briskly running it through my tangled hair, I squeezed my eyes shut to help the pain subside. Finally, when my hair looked decent, I laid the brush on the counter and looked at the bottles of makeup sprinkled over the counter top. Smudges of old makeup layered over the marble, foundation, lipstick, mascara. I sighed again, realizing I basically had no idea what I was doing.