Pap Alat Make Up Novels & Stories

The girl worked speedily and skilfully, dodging Helena, who was doing Sophia’s nails. Once Sophia’s hair was dry Dana swept it up, twisted and pinned until finally she was satisfied. ‘You’re ready for make-up.’ ‘Can your magic make-up box get rid of my freckles?’ ‘Why would you want to? They’re charming. Part of you. We want to keep you looking like you. That’s one thing he insisted on. This is just primer I’m using, by the way.’ Helena smoothed her fingers over Sophia’s face. ‘You have beautiful skin.’ The girl opened a series of pots, potions, colours, concealers, the sight of which made Sophia’s head spin. ‘What cleanser do you use?’

Am I really doing this right now? I blinked. “Wait, hold on,” I stammered. “What’s going on?” “We’re making you fabulous,” the man with the makeup case said, snapping it open with a dramatic flair. He pulled out a series of brushes and palettes that made me question my knowledge about the different colors that existed in the color wheel. I watched him set them up on the vanity table like a pro. I don’t know much about makeup and stuff, but I can tell that his stuff is expensive. Just look at those brushes. They’re like fairy godmother’s wands.