Rhea Ripley Makeup Mga Nobela at Kwento

“This is—this isn’t a formal visit.” They sit. I remain standing. Too nervous to sit. “Is Rhea here?” I ask. “I’ll get her.” Rica stands. Goes to the stairs. “Rhea! Prince Ryker is here!” A pause. Then footsteps above us. Rhea appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing simple clothes—jeans and a sweater. Her hair is down. No makeup. She’s beautiful. Our eyes meet. Something passes between us. Complicated. Unresolved.

Soon they had her poured into a red strapless jumpsuit that moulded her curve to the tee. Reyona’s protest went unheeded, and she was amazed when a makeup artist was waiting for her as she came out of the dressing room. The woman artfully made her face up and treated her hair with sweet-smelling oils before she meticulously brushed her hair and arranged it in a way that had it teasing her bare shoulders. Bloodred stiletto heels were worn for her by the attendants who were taking the instructions given to them a bit too seriously. Toria and Celia looked at her with scrutiny and looked at each other.

She held out a towel for Rhae, smiling desperately. Rhae growled and took the towel, drying off her body and hair. Shaking, Rhae stepped out of the bath. “One moment.” Katyana ran off into the closet, returning quickly with a robe. Rhae slowly wrapped the robe around her body and stood looking into the mirror. Her skin was clear and glowing. Katyana turned Rhae around and began applying powder to her face. The process of applying all of Rhae’s makeup took an hour of Rhae’s time. She felt trapped like something was pressing down on her face. However, when she turned to look in the mirror, she felt beautiful. Red lipstick adorned her pouted lips; dark lines ran around her eyelids, topped with

YuZhi stared at the two faces for a moment, comparing them in their similarities and contrasts. Rhea was a born model with symmetrical and elegant features that could handle any angle, lighting, or make up. She had an unearthly flawlessness that sometimes looked airbrushed or photoshopped, but she had never undergone enhancements or surgery. She was beautiful, seductive, with thick straight brows, a tiny nose and cherry plumped lips that were suited to bold make up and high fashion style. Every guys dream girl. She looked wealthy and she had the mannerisms and presence of an international model.

he retorted before turning away from her. She took time in making herself more beautiful. She curled the ends of her hair with her curling iron. She put a light make-up just to enhance her features. She didn't need a lot anyway. She was glad that her skin was smoother. She was glowing so she didn’t need a cheek tint or a blusher. She just applied a little mascara on her eyelashes because they were naturally long and curly. She used a nude color lipstick. Her scent was Reveal by Halle Berry. She was in a black mini-dress and black strappy high heels.

She rubbed her temples and explained the situation. “This is just makeup! I’m very healthy and there’s nothing wrong with me! Ruth, don’t cry.” They had misunderstood. The same thing happened when Lily had anxiously run in to see her. She had burst into tears immediately. Until Reina had wiped off some of the makeup, Lily had refused to believe her. They had gotten caught up in their video game afterward, and Reina had forgotten to wipe off the rest of her makeup… Then, Ruth had seen her like this too…

Yet I still recognize the girl who was a slave a few weeks ago. My mind drifted back to earlier—Ria entering my room with a wide smile. We had grown close, and I already loved her like a sister. “I’m not going to cover your face in layers and layers of makeup,” Ria said when she started unpacking. “You’re a natural beauty. I’ll just focus on your best features. I promise you’ll look stunning.” I didn’t argue—I knew nothing about makeup and trusted her judgment. Now, staring at my reflection, I understood why she hadn’t plastered anything on. My green eyes seemed to glow against my skin, even captivating me.

Racheal asked, beginning to lose her patience. "You want to go looking like this?" Luna asked, looking incredulous. Racheal turned to look back in the mirror. She had on a short powder-blue floral dress, the bracelet Steffan gifted her and a tiny gold neck chain. Her natural wavy hair was shiny and clean. "What is wrong with how I look?" She asked. "The First Lady favours elegant dresses and fancy makeup." Leah explained. Luna just continued staring at her. Racheal turned back to the mirror. She thought makeup was fun but she did not wear them all the time.

None of them were wearing professional attire. They were all dressed up properly and looked sharp. Ryleigh had put on her light green custom-made dress. The flower pattern on the side of her dress was life-like, and there was a string of pearls embedded in the lace of the collar. Her shoulder-length hair was tied into a flower braid to reveal her face. She had only put on light makeup, giving her an elegant, classy, and graceful vibe. The people waiting outside turned their heads and looked at Ryleigh, causing her to feel uncomfortable. She lowered her head and mumbled, “Do I look weird, Zee?”

All our eyes widen as we burst into fits of laughter at the sight of Leia's face. She's sporting an excessive amount of blush, green eyelids, and black lips that make her look like she stepped out of a circus act. Even my mom and aunt can't help but join in on the laughter. Reese flexes her arms boastfully and declares, "I should be a makeup artist!" This only adds to the hilarity, with Sabrina chuckling but quickly apologizing to Leia for the disastrous makeup job. Leia, still in shock at her reflection in her phone camera, mutters, "Maybe you should choose another career path."