Padme Amidala Makeup Novels & Stories

Galene took the pomade which she had always used why in the room, squeezed out a large quantity, and started applying it on Mariam's skin. She finished and handed over the clothes she picked out to her. Mariam collected the dress and wore them after ordering Galene and the other servant to turn their back. She seemed not to have a problem with the dress as she smiled and turned to the mirror admiring herself. She ordered the other servant to apply to makeup to her face and in less than an hour, her face was fully caked. Her lips shone bright red as though she just finished feasting on blood. Her eyes were painted with different colors. She looked as though she was about to make an entrance i

I flinched slightly at the mention of bloodline, though she couldn't have known the weight it carried, and Ally caught my eye across the room with a small, steadying smile. By early afternoon, the makeup began, and Ree worked with the same unhurried precision she'd shown my hair, blending shades of bronze and deep plum across my eyelids, sweeping something warm and golden along my cheekbones. "Close your eyes." Her voice had dropped into something almost meditative, focused entirely on the fine brush moving along my lash line. "You have striking eyes, you know. Amber like that isn't common. I've only seen it once before, actually, years ago."

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 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.

The boots were made of a shiny material that caught the light, making her legs seem to go on forever. Mia's exotic makeup was bold and eye-catching, with a focus on accentuating her striking features. Her eyes were lined with a thick layer of black eyeliner, making her bright brown eyes pop against the dark backdrop of her eyelids. Her eyelashes were long and luscious, coated with a thick layer of mascara that made them seem to flutter like butterfly wings. Her lips were painted a deep shade of red, a color that seemed to glow under the bright lights. Mia's black hair cascaded down her back in luscious, curly waves. The curls were tight and bouncy, framing her face and accentuating her strik

It was a beautiful shield. “Sit down, Ama. Final touches,” Ember commanded, pointing a finger at the vanity stool. I sat down obediently, my hands clenching into the fabric of the satin robe she had draped over my shoulders. Ember leaned in close, her movements turning light and precise as she picked up a blending brush to apply a final touch of light makeup to my face. She brushed a soft, rose-tinted blush across my hollow cheekbones. “Your skin looks quite pale today..” My heart leaped. “We need to go shopping to get you some quality skincare tomorrow.” She completed.

Without replying, I turn to get a better look at the dress in the mirror. It is indeed an amazing creation that seems to have been made especially for a pregnant woman. I sigh as I consider what a waste of time and money was spent on it. "The makeup artist is waiting for you. We only have half an hour left before you have to appear on the big platform," Alidya informs me as she slowly drives me toward the dressing table. Two women are waiting there with broad smiles on their faces. "My Queen, do you prefer a full makeover or just want to go mostly natural?" ask a blonde. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my face is somewhat pale despite having slept straight through the night. "Do natur

"My sweetheart, the woman behind you has been following your lovely hubby for quite some time," Amiga remarked as she applied concealer and a love bite from Remon from our most recent sex session in the Bahamas. We have known Amiga for many years, and she has worked as a make-up artist for us.

And beneath the ice, a dark shape stirs, patient, fed by the ashes of the night. The makeup is a mask. The foundation smooths everything, erases the stigmata of insomnia and tears. The neutral eyeshadow, the precise eyeliner stroke, the lipstick of a nude pink. My hair is done, each strand smoothed into a low, sophisticated and implacable chignon. Every gesture from Madame Alia is methodical, devoid of any emotion. She is creating an icon, not a bride.

“I want a matte look with a touch of smoky eyes. I hate glossy lips so I want the matte look. “Excellent choice, ma'am. I hear you are going to a banquet so you need a frontal wig to complete your makeup. I would have styled your natural hair but it won't fit this look so I'll fix you a wavy-curl 24-inch frontal wig. I'm going to style it to the side so it would cover a part of your eyes—the right eyes, to be specific. Is that fine? “Just do your thing; what is your name, please? “Pardon my manners; I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Spicy, and I am the only makeup artist in New York who can add spice to your makeup glam. You can follow me on I*******m at @spicy_hott.