Padme Amidala Makeup Novels & Stories

“Yeah, simple but cute. Hopefully Gavin notices.” She laughed softly. “He will. Just don’t let him catch you staring too obviously.” I pulled out my makeup bag, keeping it natural: bronzer for a sun-kissed glow, soft peach blush, waterproof mascara to avoid clumping near the water, and a swipe of neutral lip gloss. Just enough to highlight me without being over the top. Gemma hummed as she applied her own makeup—soft winged eyeliner, a touch of shimmer, and a light pink lip. “Ready,” she said finally, grabbing her sandals.

I tucked the Panthers cropped top lower to my abdomen and pulled my skirt up to hide my belly-button. Tying my hair to a high-ponytail, I watched as our team prepared for the competition today, as they all scattered around and yelled at each other back and forth. Amanda was sitting in front of me, fixing her makeup as she held a small mirror in front of her face. She plastered a light makeup that accentuated her facial features as the highlighter made her skin look dewy. I turned to face my locker again and rummaged inside of it to find the body shimmer I had bought at Sephora yesterday and put some on my tanned skin, down to my abdomen to make me look glowing. I wanted everyone to see me, e

she explained before going back to the room where Fatima was getting ready and looking at her. It looks like the color combination for her face will be gold and black. Her eyeshadow is a combination of the two colors. The makeup artist is now putting contour on her face while the hairdresser is putting her hair up in a low bun. She was told to open her eyes and the person put fake lashes on her and she feels like it’s harder to see because of how big the eyelashes are.

staring right back at me. She was the complete opposite of who I was. She looked bold and beautiful...well the make up made me look like it. Amaya had kept the make up simple, but stunning. My lashes looked longer and my lips were covered by red lip matte lipstick, she made my cheek bones more prominent...I looked stunning... " Woah...what have you done to me?" I whispered as I got close to the mirror. She chuckled, " I simply enhanced your natural beauty with my magic wands" she waved her make up brush and other sticks I didn't recognize.

Her black curls were left loose, wild and beautiful, framing her face with the same untamed fire that burned in her eyes. Her makeup was gentle yet flawless—peachy tones on her eyelids, long dark lashes, a shimmer catching the light, and her lips painted in a soft nude rose. It brought out the glow of her skin and the quiet confidence in her gaze. Around her neck rested a delicate necklace of intertwined blossoms dusted with pink sapphires and diamonds that glimmered with every breath she took.

I am not bragging, but this is the first time that I have actually admired myself in my almost 19 years of existence. My makeup has been skillfully designed to strike a balance between aggressiveness and understated elegance in order to highlight the gown's natural brilliance, as my eyes have a captivating depth that matches the alluring night sky, with smoky tones of silver and charcoal. The silvery tones reflect the light, resembling the stars overhead and giving my appearance a hint of celestial shine.

Her lips were right there in my face and I struggled to keep myself from closing the space between us. “These are good tears,” she whispered, managing a smile. “Do you have your powder with you?” She was staring at me so much she didn’t hear the question. I took her back from where it sat on her lap and brought out her compact powder. “I’ll fix your face for you.” She started to shake her head. “I’ll find the restroom and—” My voice was pleading. “Please.” She gave me a slight nod. I used the powder to cover the places where her tears had left a mark. Doing women’s makeup wasn’t my thing, but for Amara, I have become a gone man.

Right now, let me open my eyes and see the so-called magic they’ve done on my face. “Alright, Miss Sai! You can open your eyes now,” Amanda said softly. I let out a slow breath and opened them. The very moment I did, Gracia leapt from the mirror with a shriek, like she’d just seen a shooting star. “Oh… you look fucking beautiful, Sai! That makeup is magic. Honestly, you even look better than Celine—” He stopped mid-sentence, eyes shifting between Amanda and me. A sly grin spread across his face.

When she saw Madeline standing next to Carter, she walked in front of Madeline and started looking her up and down meticulously. Since she knew she would not have the time to go over to Adam’s place for treatment, Madeline had applied the gel beforehand, so her face looked pristine and fair now. One could not see any red marks on her face. Madeline’s features were already exquisite enough even without makeup. Madeline felt like a puppet that was being watched. However, she could only allow Camille to look at her as much as she wanted. “Your face is fine. Why did you lie and insist on wearing a mask?”

As it ceased, Pandora’s body seemed to emerge in a bright light bed that was floating with delicateness. “Luara, what is happening to my daughter?” Melissa asked me. I turn my head to her to hear a gasp from her. “You’re not Luara, you’re the moon goddess.” I smile in confirmation and put her hand back together with her husband’s hand. I walk to Pandora who is still looking peaceful. I touch the light casing and find out it's more palpable than it looks. "Curious" I comment, looking for some flaw in the light barrier, but to no avail.