Wonwoo No Makeup Novels & Stories

The makeup artists and stylists were busy working around everyone. "Get away! Don't touch my face!" Winn shouted impatiently. Seeing her temper, the makeup artist immediately stopped. Winn made a phone call in the corner, saying something quietly. When she came back, she sat arrogantly on the side. She looked at Megan, who was getting her makeup done, and said, "People without money can only put up with this level of makeup artist. I'm different. I only let my personal makeup artist and stylist take care of me."

As soon as I hung up, I could almost hear her excitement as she told Lee, her husband, “Hurry! Gwyn is coming back to eat lunch with us!” I had always been average-looking, but I chased beauty fiercely, honing my makeup skills to a professional level over the years by watching so many Korean make-up tutorials. But even without makeup, the original Gwyneth’s face was stunning. Sitting at the vanity, I surveyed the array of skincare products and makeup sprawled across the table, calming myself as I began applying the cosmetics. I couldn’t help but recall a reel I saw from SMS saying, you can’t hide a diamond’s brilliance in mud.

We finally changed into our uniforms: black high-waisted micro shorts and crop tops with the nightclub logo on them. Wini pulls her wavy black hair up into a high ponytail and secures the last loose strands with an impressive amount of hairspray. We're about the same height, but her build is much thinner than mine. "Do you have any make-up with you?" she asks. I shrug: "No. I confess I'm not the kind of girl who likes..." Wini puts a hand on my shoulder and smirks: "No problem. I'll take care of you, sister."

That’s going to change. Wren is finally ready to go. It took her longer to get ready as she is nervous about how she is presenting herself. This is our second outing in public. While our first one went fairly well, minus the issue with Lorna, I know Wren is still nervous. However, right now, she looks stunningly beautiful in a rose pink wrap dress with nude pumps. Her hair is in soft curls, and her makeup is simple yet elegant. She looks every part of a Luna even if she doesn’t fully feel it.

“That motherfucker is gonna shit a diamond when he sees you. If he doesn’t fall over, I will.” I smile, just a little. “Let him.” Jenna raises her mimosa. “To badass bitches in black.” We all clink glasses. The makeup artist quietly dabs powder along my jaw, pretending not to listen, but I see the way her eyes flick toward the mirror. I sit still while she works on my face. My skin is glowing, my cheekbones sharp, my lips brushed in a soft rose. Nothing too bridal. Just enough to make someone stare.

"Sochun, watch where you push people." "That's the ugly cow I was telling you about." Sochun dropped her glasses on the ground and stomped on them. Doona watched the lenses bend then snap loudly. Her mother had gotten those for her after her orchestra performance in Dubai. "What! Damn dude... She freaking looks like a mushroom." Jiwoon bent forward to get a better look at Doona like she was an animal in the zoo. There was now a medium-sized crowd gathered around the fiasco. Did no one in this school have anything better to do? Doona thought.