Unapproachable Makeup Novels & Stories

I smirked and nodded. "Perfect indeed.” The makeup artist came closer and she began applying makeup on for me. By the time we were done with my hair and makeup, I was stunned by how beautiful I looked. We had gone for a sort of femme fatale look and I must say the makeup artist had magic hands. I smiled at her and the maids whispering a small thank you as they packed their things out of the room. I scrolled through my social media apps then took a few pictures. As a second thought, I video called Sasha and she picked up on the second ring

Time passed by Moriah Standing in front of a sideboard in a cosmetics store. According to the Internet, productions for theatre or television use this brand. There was information that said it was very good to give a change of appearance to the face. Additionally, I can see accessories to complete the look. Scars and silicone masks, for instance. Wigs, extensions, fake fillers, and costumes are available. There are a lot of things. This might be the place I've been looking for.

I had not done that on purpose but I got annoyed too at his assumption. " No!! It never had. Actually, far from it. You look exceptionally beautiful and sexy with make-up but without makeup, you look adorable. There is an earthy sensuality about you which is far more potent than any amount of cosmetic. It drives me crazy. " He said looking at me with intensity.

Anjali returned his enthusiasm with a sweet smile, "I had to; after all, I cannot allow any innocent to suffer the consequences." "Wooah! You sounded like a superhero," Brandon teased her playfully. "Shut up! The graduation ceremony is about to begin, and you look quite disheveled," he chided, smacking her forehead lightly. "Ouch! That hurt. I brought a dress and will change into it," Anjali protested. "And what about your makeup?" Brandon inquired, raising an eyebrow. "Makeup is simply not my thing!" Anjali rolled her eyes. Brandon sighed dramatically, slapping his forehead, "I knew it! Never fear, I have something for you," he announced, producing a Huda Beauty makeup kit.

“Relax, darling, we’re making you Oscar-worthy.” Another stylist approaches, dabbing at my face with brushes and sponges, telling me to “just relax” while she applies foundation with all the delicacy of a construction worker pouring cement. I feel more paint than person by the end, but Paolo assures me I look “flawless.” I’ll take his word for it, but at this point, I’m convinced this isn’t a makeover—it’s an endurance test.

"No need to be shy, Madam. It's natural. Mr. Alexandro is indeed a passionate man." She winked. I didn't like the way she said "Mr. Alexandro" with that tone. "Alright, let's begin." She clapped her hands, then walked over to the vanity table that had been prepared. On it were lined up various kinds of expensive makeup brands I had never heard of. I sat in the chair. Clara stood behind me, looking at my face in the mirror. "Wow, Madam. Your skin is actually nice. Fair and clean. It's just a shame..."

Karen spoke with what she thought was a friendly tone, but Denny's demeanor was unexpectedly brazen, and he did not care if he offended her. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm not sure where you heard about our studio, but without a proper recommendation from our existing customers, we generally don't accommodate customers like yourselves. The makeup studio wouldn't be able to call itself exclusive if anyone could just walk in and get their makeup done, now wouldn't it?"

"I get that ma'am," "And yeah, no makeup. I hate makeup. Number two thing that chases customers away. If you are in too much makeup, the customers would feel so disgusted and they wouldn't wanna pay up. So no makeup," "Okay ma'am," Paige couldn't get that rule of no- makeup right. "How can there be no make-up. Madame must be so lame and boring," Paige muttered to herself. "What's that?" Madame asked frowning visibly. "Nothing," she said chuckling.

I will find a way to destroy him, even if I have to break reality to do it. ​"Just a little bit of powder to set everything in place," Mara hummed a little while later, her movements methodical and calm. "Flawless, sweetie. You look exactly like a queen should." ​The makeup session was over. Diva stepped forward, spraying a fine mist of holding spray that smelled heavily of artificial flowers and chemicals, sealing the look.

(Annabell POV) “Get off me! Ugh! No, not that colour! How do you think that’d work with my flowers? Seriously?!” Damn stupid make-up artist obviously has no idea! Where the hell did my mother find this woman? Useless! Absolutely useless! I waft her away with the make-up brush covered in emerald green eye shadow; this is MY day and I expect to look the part. I want to be a goddess and cause everybody’s heads to turn, and jaws to drop.