Padme Amidala Makeup Novels & Stories

I’ll come get them later. She slipped the phone into her pocket, the smile still on her face. As she walked toward the hair and makeup trailer, a cheerful hum of activity filled the air. A makeup artist greeted her warmly, directing her to a chair. As she sat down, the hairstylist started to work on her long dark hair. Amara looked at her reflection in the mirror, truly seeing herself for the first time in a while. The dark circles under her eyes were gone. Her cheeks had a healthy flush. She looked… happy. “Whatever you did this morning, keep doing it,” the makeup artist said, mixing a few shades of foundation on the back of her hand. “Your skin looks amazing.”

"What would I do without you, Amity?" I set them on a desk first and continued to work on my make-up. Nothing serious. Just a little eyeliner here. A little blush to my cheeks and lipstick that deepened the ripe colour of my lips. I made sure not to make it look overwhelming or it would come out as unappealing. Once it was perfected, I slipped on a wrap-around over my shoulders and reached again for the wine. "How do I look?" "Simply stunning," Amity replied. "Far more beautiful than Last Milana I dare say."

The doorbell rings, and it was one of the girls from PHG Her excitement ignited mine. “I knew you were meant to be a Luna,” “Thank you, Nia” Leading her into the living room, she opens up her kit. It had a lot of items in it, some of them were new to me. After matching my shade with the right foundation. She begins to apply it. An hour and a half, everything was done. Light foundation with a glow highlight, matted pink lips and blue eye showed with silver cut crease. “You like?”

I said. The rest of her form was completely white, so her eyes were perfect for bolder colors. I applied a light apricot base on her lids, then a grapefruit shade to the inner corners, finishing with a pearlescent champagne shade along the outer edges. Finally, I took a small box of crushed gold leaf from my makeup case, applied gel to her brow and eye areas, and layered the gold leaf for a textured, shimmering effect.

Milton left as quickly as he had appeared, not leaving Madeline any room to reject the gift. Aria was fuming in the car. "I went through so much trouble to get that makeup from France. It's a one-of-a-kind, limited edition! How could you just give it to Madeline?" It was not the makeup itself that was a big deal. It was the packaging. Crafted into a unique angel shape with pink crystals, it was the only set of its kind in the world.

ANGEL Gideon left soon after, so I widened the door and let them in. They moved carefully around the room, setting their things down, and guided me to sit in front of my vanity. “We’ll make you the prettiest woman tonight, okay?” the makeup artist assured me, her voice light and confident. A small chuckle slipped from my lips. As if that could really happen. No amount of makeup could do that, not when Amanda would be there. They began working on me, and I almost fell asleep as the brushes touched my face. They carefully covered my bruises with tone-up cream.

Before we knew it, the moment had come for slower thinking in that soothing amber glow. As I enjoy the soothing breezes brushing my skin through my window and bathe in the symphony of crickets, I feel the tranquil spirit of nature wash over me. When we start getting ready, I feel fully at ease. Delila applies makeup on my face, concealing the dark circles beneath my eyes and the paleness of my skin from the restless night of weeping. She assists me in applying red lipstick and blush in an attempt to make me appear more vibrant and less pale as if I am ill.

Slipping into a low cut strapless short skirt dress with sparkles and the galaxy on it. Seeing it was 8:30 she sits at her makeup studio, blending concealer on her face she adds some blush and starts in her eyes. Grabbing her eyeshadow brush she strokes the brush against the black pallet, applying it to her eye lids and out toward her eye brown a bit she puts it down, grabbing her liquid eyeliner she applies it to her eyelash area and across to make wings, adding a pencils eyeliner she applied it to under her eyes, smearing the sides to make it into a Smokey eye, grabbing her maroon lipstick she fills her lips in and rubs them together, smiling as her lipstick was perfect. Grabbing her Iron

He asked the woman. She didn’t seem bothered by his frantic tone. She was quite the opposite,in fact, she appeared calm, calculating and was watching him intently. Her makeup was done in the traditional Egyptian way. Her bright emerald blue eyeshadow contrasted with the black coal eyeliner that outlined her perfect almond shaped aqua blue eyes. She wore a gold beaded halter top.

I was glad that not everything about my pack had been destroyed, though it was currently in the hands of my enemies. It smoothed every imperfection like an airbrush and was twice as light. My eyes sparkled in the low light as I reapplied my dark cherry red lipstick. The color made my pale skin seem luminous and this particular shade was special to the luxury Fluorite-based make-up company that anyone of quality and wealth would recognize. It was a subtle calling card as was my choice of gown with its classic neckline. I would stand out in the lineup like a marble statue of a goddess among cheap idols.