Rhea Ripley Makeup 소설 & 이야기

Amanda sat on my other side, her hand lazily stroking my thigh, clearly waiting for me to give her the signal so she could do the same. I could have let her. It would’ve been easy. But I kept glancing at the entrance, waiting. Then Rhea walked in. “Holy fuck.” She looked lethal. Instead of her usual tactical gear, she was wearing a tight black dress that hugged every curve like it was painted on, short enough to show off her long, toned legs, low cut enough that her full breasts were barely contained. Her ash blonde hair was down in loose waves, lips painted a deep red, and those sharp hazel eyes scanned the room like she was ready to kill anyone who looked at her wrong.

She’s not wearing any makeup, but with her natural glow and friendly smile, she doesn’t need any. I look down at myself. I’m still in my pajamas, and there are yellow stains all over my shirt. Not the best first impression. “H-hi.” I hold my hand out and try to keep a shred of dignity alive. “I’m Ainsley. Sorry I’m a mess right now. I didn’t know you were coming.” “Kayla Kekoa. It’s a pleasure to meet you” She smiles broadly and shakes my hand, but I see the familiar look of concern and curiosity when she sees my eyes.

Asked Ria, surprised. Ria did not think this one line would shock her friends so much. She wasn't a fan of make-up. The less the make-up, the better in natural look was something she followed. She believed that this would keep her skin clean and it did. The only times she did heavy make-up was when she had to scare someone. Unlike most girls in her class, she did not have acne issues. Although apart from light makeup, she drank a lot of water. "Ria, you cannot go to such an event without make-up," said Nazia, politely.

Rhea I stand straight in front of the mirror, checking myself out for the twentieth time today, excitement coursing through my veins. I've never felt Special or exceptionally pretty, but tonight, I feel pretty and sexy. My red gown matches my red lipstick and the box of red velvet cupcakes I'm carrying. They're Marcus's favorite. I lightly stroke my dark brown hair that's pinned on top of my head with tiny tendrils swirling around my face. My make up is minimal. Well, that's because I'm terrible at it, actually. But the most exciting thing about my appearance tonight is the red, lacy lingerie I'm wearing under my dress.

"Sure. You don't have to pick one indefinitely. I sit, cause I'm lazy. Now, can you do makeup." Ophelia shrugged. "Not really. Not anything fancy. Just some foundation and one color eyeshadow." "No contour?" Rena asked impatiently. "Nope," Ophelia quipped. "Fine. You have a nice face shape anyway. But get on YouTube and search it up." Ophelia nodded as a rush of information came her way. She got dressed and made up. And then she went out on the stage. She stood in front of the mic. She held it gently.