Pap Alat Make Up Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sophie’s pov ; Sitting in front of the mirror, I watched as the makeup artist dabbed layer after layer onto my face. I should’ve just said no. Ava, in her usual playful way, had insisted, and I hadn’t wanted to dampen her excitement. Now, as I looked at myself, I barely recognized the reflection staring back at me. The dark, cakey base makeup didn’t suit my skin tone at all, and the heavy purple eyeshadow made my almond-shaped eyes look smaller rather than enhancing them. The lipstick, poorly applied, extended slightly beyond the edges of my lips. The image was borderline ridiculous.

Luna Gia was going to do it for her. "Faith, do you want to go with a subtle nude look or something bold?" She asked. "Not bold." Faith said. "Fine." Luna Gia started off with a natural base and did a simple make up look for faith. She was already very pretty and a little bit of make up would enhance the beauty even more. When it came to lipstick, they decided to go with a complementing pink color rather than nude or red. "I think it's better to leave your hair open. Maybe we can do something with the crown section."

Scared to let go of her hands. We sat across the table, facing each other. I wiped the tint smeared over my lips in the handkerchief. Zeve let out a soft laugh with a weary face. I smiled. “I didn’t know your makeup items were this tasty.” “They are made from berries and fruits that add a natural tint to lips, eyelids and cheeks. But they shouldn’t be eaten often,” she said, looking at their intertwined fingers placed on the table. I smiled. “I think I would have eaten those lip stains more than you did from your lips.”

Cassandra was the first to present and she spoke about making a make-up product that would wipe sorrow away from people's faces. As if makeup can wipe the sorrow in my life away. Since the theme of the product was makeup, she picked a sub-theme called wipe. " with the wipe, you can wipe the hurt and pain on your face from the world. This makeup product is called wipe because it wipes your fears, pain, heartache, and troubles. With a wipe, you can as well wipe the sadness off your face." When she finished speaking, they all clapped for her. I must admit that I was also impressed because I didn't expect her to be as smart as that.

My dress is too short and also from Forever21. I bet there's not a single woman in here with a 21-dollar dress. My pumps are from last year and my make-up, well, I did that myself. I almost took an hour to get the perfect winged eyeliner, and now I felt like a rag-doll. My technique with the contour kit I had was minimal; it was just red lipstick and mascara. The rest, the rest looked good thanks to my forever tanned skin.

Bea’s enthusiasm was palpable, and her genuine belief in the magic of the evening infused me with a newfound confidence. As we continued our preparations, Bea revealed an array of beauty products fit for a princess. The table was adorned with an assortment of makeup brushes, shimmering eyeshadow palettes, and luxurious skincare products. I couldn’t believe that she had curated such a collection specifically for us. It was a treasure trove of possibilities, promising to transform us into our most radiant selves.

Not to mention what looked like three train cases of makeup. They're giving me a fucking makeover.

She didn't know those? "This is a foundation. Then the blush-on. This one's the eyebrow pencil to shape your eyebrows, obviously. Then the contour... ." and so on. She was just like, listening to me like an attentive student of mine. Is she seriously not knowing these things? "Wow! So, that's make-up. I only lipsticks and lipbalms. I didn't know that there's more than that! Here, take a look at my lipsticks." She opened the drawer of her vanity table. My jaw drops. Sets of lipsticks are inside. All are in the shades of red. Oh my... god.

The skillfully applied make-up now finally revealed her features—no longer muted but defined, and enhanced. Alva's pine green eyes seemed clearer, set, and luminous. With artistically arched brows and their sockets softly deepened, the lashes richly lush. And her mouth—yet again a surge sent my hormones kicking in powerfully—her mouth was tender and inviting as a blooming vanilla.

She didn't mind, fully aware that he was the actual shareholder in Yurich, not herself. She had no plans to speak with the man, but she raised her gaze to Orion, wanting to ask if he also lacked trust in her. "While it's accurate that makeup has a two-year expiration once opened, it's crucial to grasp that each product still retains chemicals. I'm concerned about potential lawsuits from customers who might develop skin allergies. Therefore, it's necessary to dispose of these makeup items," Erin explained. "How do you plan to do that?" Orion inquired. "I'll implement a promotion, perhaps a bundle deal or an advertisement—something of that sort." In truth, Erin was still contemplating her next