Pap Alat Make Up Novels & Stories

Like the version of me I didn’t always let show outside this apartment. Too wrinkled. Too boring. Too bright. Too straight. God. Why was I nervous? I ran a hand through my hair and turned toward the small paper bag on my desk. I’d picked it up from a little makeup shop downtown after class—just wandered in and let the shelves do the talking. The clerk had complimented my cheekbones. I’d blushed and bought a palate I wasn’t even sure I knew how to use. Now it sat there, unopened. I hesitated only a second before peeling back the packaging and opening the lid. The colors were rich—bold purples, deep glitters, soft smokes, and warm coppers. Not subtle. Not at all.

“One more thing, peaches. We need to stop at that Ulta. You need some decent palettes, a little blush, and a couple signature lipsticks. That’s all, I promise.” “That can’t be covered by the discretionary fund.” “My treat. Please?” So we come out of the makeup store with a brown neutral eye palette and a mauve and pink eye palette, a deep raisin, almost black, lipstick and a dark rose-colored neutral lipstick, some incredibly expensive mascara, black, nude, and red nail polishes, and a blush palette, with a set of makeup brushes. “I feel like Pretty Woman,” I tell him when we get in the car, overwhelmed but happy.

She peep into it and saw make-up kit and Cosmetics of different shapes and colours. "Huh sorry." when she notice Alina's open back. " I didn 't notice come on over I'll fix your back." She smiled and help her zipped her back, just like a puppet she followed her order she ask Alina to sit in front of the mirror. There was a mirror mounted on the wall, and without much ado she started to apply make up on Alina's face. "It was just a good thing that I am blessed that don't supper allergies of any kind and my face doesn't need more make up to be beautiful." She brag thinking to herself

"Your aunt Quintin has been helping me practice for hair and makeup. I can't promise I will do as good a job as your cousin, but I promise you will look gorgeous when I am done." Walking over to the chrome vanity, Wesley got to work laying out all of his tools. There was moisturizer, foundation, setting powder, eye shadow pallets, mascara, eyeliner, various lipsticks, a wide variety of brushes, etc. He had more makeup than she did, and the bag was still full of other utensils. She was utterly impressed.

"Can you please hold still, Pippa? You're gonna poke your eye out." "I wouldn't have to hold still if you didn't keep talking to me while I'm putting on my liner!" Pippa shoots back. I sigh and lean closer to the mirror, reaching for a lip pencil that's rolling around on the dresser. Our hands bump, and Pippa gives me a frustrated grump. "See? This is why I never do my makeup with other people in the room," she grumbles.

Alice praised the stylist without hesitation: "You deserve to be the director. Hah, hah. "Please help me call out the beauticians in your shop. I'll go change my clothes and get some makeup later." Half an hour later, Alice sat in front of the makeup mirror, examined her makeup, then took the lipstick over and applied it to her lips. When she settled the bill, Alice saw a pair of rimless glasses on the cashier's face and smiled at her. "Miss, the glasses on your face are also sold to me." "..." Before going out, Alice also checked the whole body. After confirming that there was no problem, she left with satisfaction.

Hindi na nito natapos ang sasabihin ng subuan niya ito ng pagkain. "Eat, eat, pretty eat." Ang akala niya ay tapos na siyang i makeover ng mga ito, hindi pa pala. Pagkatpos nila sa restaurant ay tumuloy naman sila sa ladies sections. Nauna sila sa mga makeup and accessories, ibinili siya ng mga ito ng kung anu-ano kahit pa todo siya sa pagtanggi. Hindi na kasi niya iyon kailangan dahil sa makeup dealer naman siya. She can provide her needs kapag makeup ang usapan. Ngunit hindi parin nagpaawat ang mga ito. Pati na hair blower, iron and curler ay nag provide ang mga ito.

I shyly asked Cristel because obviously, she put a lot of effort into my make-up. "Why? You don't like the look I made for you?" Her face became sad. "No, I-I just don't feel comfortable. It feels so weird wearing make-up." I lied. Honestly, the lipstick is burning my lips and it smells really weird. What company produced this lipstick? "Okay, but just the lipstick. The glittered-eyeshadow really looks good on you." She smiled. She gave me a cloth to wipe my swollen lips. It hurts. After hours of preparing, I am already satisfied with my look. Cristel was already finishing her look, she looks so cute with her pink dress and silver sandals.

It's kinda showy but this will do. The shopping bags also includes a make up kit and other facial makeup. I only put light makeup on my face. I painted my lips a matte nude shade to match my dress, but I made sure that I emphasizes my eyes so I don't look anemic. Because of the clothes I was wearing, my skin became even paler

Zapora squeals. They blow dried my hair and curled the ends. With my make up, they slightly contoured my cheekbones, temples and nose. They gave me a brown smokey eye with a slight wing of the eyeliner. Then they brushed on some professional make up mascara that made my lashes look fake...apparently. I'm not allowed to see myself until it's all done. They gave me nude, matte lipstick with a tiny tiny bit of lip balm for a natural shine to it. "YOU'RE DONE!"