Padme Amidala Makeup Novels & Stories

Christine had come over early this morning to help with her make-up and she has to say she did a fantastic job,she had chosen a more flattering brown smokey eye to match her eyes and compliment her skin tone,she blended shades of beige, bronze and chocolate across her lids,then she finished the look with dark brown eyeliner,nude lipstick and a swipe of black mascara. "Thank you Christine,even I myself wouldn't have done such a good job as you." "No need to thank me,I enjoyed it.You look beautiful Adriana." She could feel the tears were threatening to fall."Hey,no tears or you'll ruin all my hard work and if that happens I won't spare you."She said,Adriana smiled."That's more like it." "It's

She rummaged whilst Adelia sat me down at the vanity. Hurriedly, she picked out the most fitting makeup. Bright red lipstick. Black liner. A heart-shaped stamp that you covered in liquid liner and put on your face. Contour sticks and highlighter. The effects of the alcohol were still raging inside my body. Lightheadedness. Swirling stomach. Feeling the world tip and spin beneath me. From the way Teagan rolled her hips to the song, I knew she was feeling it as well. Adelia giggled above me and fastened my hair so that she could work on my makeup. Teagan ruffled through item after item, pursing her lips in concentration.

It left me speechless. Dafne, Violet, and the other girls were smiling at me. My skin looked like porcelain but had this beautiful glow in it. And my cheekbones have a touch of a light rosy tint blush swept across them. A light silver was swept across my eyelids accompanied by a grey to give me a light smokey eye. My lashes were thick and dark and my eyeliner was very minimal as well. The final touch was the bright matte lipstick on my lips. "You are smiling all the way to your eyes, Princess," Dafne said, holding a mischievous smile on her face. She was my personal Maid, looking after all my necessaries.

The makeup artist stopped working on Amelia’s face and asked her to check herself out in the mirror in front of her. Amelia raised her head and stared into the mirror. She couldn’t recognize herself anymore. She had never thought she would look so perfect her whole life. Her face was slightly contoured, smokey eyes, and her lips were covered with nude lipsticks. Her hair was weaved in casual, yet beautiful braids. It was as a crown on top of her head. “This is beautiful! Do you like it?” Helen asked her, and she bounced her head and divulged a feeble smile.

Unfortunately, I had to shove my nerves away and prepare myself for the event, acting as if everything was perfectly fine. I listened to Amanda's suggestion and let her leave the back of my hair loose, tying up and braiding a few strands from the sides and front. The pins Amanda used glittered like diamonds, and the whole form it created shone like a tiara at the top of my head. My makeup was simpler, with my eyes emphasized by a touch of mascara, thin liner, and a light shimmering eyeshadow, and my lips painted deep red. "You look like the real queen," Amanda commented, praising her own work. "Your whole look screams ‘bite me’!" She giggled and clasped her hands.

Nate tries as much as he can to help, even Jake, whom have come around to acknowledge the baby, though they are keeping him being the father a secret from the rest of the Pack. Adira sits before her vanity mirror as the make-up artist works on her face in preparation of the marking ceremony. Her vibrant green eyes , when it encounters itself in the mirror looks dull, with no life in their depth. The make-up artist, done with his work, steps back to admire his creation. Perfect, he thinks, tilting his head back to regard the blonde intensely. Something feels off. Yes, the blonde looks beautiful, but with a smile, a spark, she looks like a robot, and make up on a robot is hardly appealing.

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

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."