Novel & Cerita Padme Amidala Makeup

She was wearing same colour pearl footwear with dress . She applied moisturizer and another little touch up on her face. She applied her lip balm and perfume and She was ready to go .She doesn’t believe in makeup as it smudges on her face and she finds makeup a waste of time for her .Truth to be told She didn’t know how to do it . Kiara was a girl of 5” 4” inches height. She has brown eyes which always beam with happiness .Her waist length hair swayed on her back. She was having a mole on her chin .A mole on her neck and collarbone was also present.

She was wearing the blonde wig,James had purchased for her,with her make up done with foundation, brown powder, eye shadow,eye liner, her lip gloss combo and all of that. She was dressed in a Purple Ankara Gown too, she looked like a snack and was aware. As she posted a picture on her W******p status and the video she made now, she was getting comments like Beautiful 😍 from Rose Mines😍❤️ From My Sugar. Sissss😍😍 From Jasmine. Happy Easter to you too b❤️ From Amanda. 👀 From Johnathan Sugar Mummyyyyy Why are you so fineeeeeeee😍🔥 From Dera

When she finished, she set the makeup aside and placed her hands on her hips, inspecting me with a slight tilt of her head to the right, looking at me with a smirk. "Perfect," she muttered after a few moments. "Finally done?" I asked, getting up from the chair. I went straight to the bathroom to look at myself in the full-length mirror. "What do you think?" my friend appeared at the door. I was captivated by my makeup, a light gray with black accents that complemented my skin tone, eyes, and dress all at once. I examined myself, turning in front of the mirror, looking from head to toe. I had to admit, I looked stunning. Amelia did an excellent job of transforming people.

Selina added Amira walks out of the bathroom and Selina hands her the towel with which she dries her body with and she seemed to eager to see the gown which was made for. Just as Selina had described it, it really befits a princess. It was so beautiful and she was happy deep down that Selina's words may not be far from the truth and she wanted it to be so. She couldn't wait to put in the dress that was made specifically for her. Selena watched her as she admired the fabric and held onto it like she'd seen diamonds. She must be really happy was all the could come to the maids mind.

I had tried and failed to befriend any of the maids, so far, Aly had been the easiest one to crack but she still insisted on calling me by the madam or ma'am title. "The makeup artist is here, ma'am." "Send her in." She curtsied and left the room. The doors opened wider to reveal an unfamiliar woman with a big makeup box that seemed to weigh a ton. "Mrs. Madagascar?" Her voice betrayed her outfit which screamed Dolce & Gabbana; it was soft, velvety and soothing to the ears, a contrast to her sharp outfit. "Yes, Naomi Madagascar." I offered her a polite smile, "you must be the makeup artist."

Her sage glitters took everyone's attention, then rolling down to the maroon lipstick applied to her lips, she looks gorgeous all in all. Next was Amani, Fayha went to get dressed in one of the rooms where Mika'il isn't occupying. Soon Amani's was done so she stood up to let Afrah take her place. Her makeup looks more beautiful on her seeing she is not one to wear makeup. Hers has pistachio glitters, winged liner, long spacious artificial lashes, red lipstick and subtle coloured foundation. The girls hoot loudly making Zeenai more proud of her work, she beamed hearing the compliments coming from all the occupants in the room. Her husband walked out hearing the commotion outside their room.

The woman said as she butted her fake eyelashes pushing her breasts to his side. "No." Liam yelled at the woman. "So cold. I like you already. You are just my type you know." The woman's tongue snaked out to touch the top of her lips. Liam winced, he was loosing his temper. He appreciated the magic effect of the makeup on her face but using too much of it made her looked like a clown. He hated make-up, if a girl was to make used of it, he preferred she would make it very light. "Hey, babe." Liam widened his eyes in surprise as Amaya walked up to him and placed her hands on his shoulder, she smiled at the dumbstruck look on Liam's face and turned to the woman.

Even though I pretend to be annoyed, I secretly love the attention. The air in my room was bubbly. Draped in a silky robe, watched in the mirror as the makeup artist, Maya, expertly applied foundation, blending it seamlessly into my skin. "So, Kimberly" Maya chirped, her voice as bubbly as the pink eyeshadow she was working on, "tell me about your dream prom look." "Think classic Hollywood glamor," I replied, picturing "Madison Beer's" elegance. "Soft, smoky eyes, a touch of blush, and maybe a bold red lip?"

Like a celebrity stylist she is. “We don’t have much time to waste. Come and sit down, let me do your makeup”. Amanda beacon on me to seat on the vanity’s table stool. I sat down as she began to paint my face. After twenty minutes she was done. I looked at my face in the mirror and smiled. I actually like the make up she did on my face. It suit quite well

As if they can hurt me. Once I finished my breakfast, I brushed my teeth and put a Mac “Sin” lipstick on the inner part of my lips to make it look natural. My mom and her makeup artist taught me how to wear makeup. My mother is the famous Aphrodite Calla Renaldi-Carpio. For her, beauty is everything.