Makeup Aesthetic Novelas e Histórias

It was sophisticated, dangerous, and incredibly sexy all at the same time. I sat down at the vanity to do my makeup, taking my time with every step. I made it look absolutely impeccable, using sharp contouring to highlight my facial contours and cheekbones, giving me the fierce, striking look of a high-fashion supermodel. I did a subtle smokey eye and finished it with a nude, glossy lip.

“Yup. Well, females my kind now leave those kinds of jobs for my gender while they focus on baking their faces with several kinds of powder they refer to as makeup, I am sure you even have some of those kinds of stuff on. I honestly cannot understand why you all are obsessed with that stuff.” She blushed and touched her face like she wanted to calculate the degree of makeup she had on. “I doubt that is the truth, I am sure it is the other way around. Your gender just makes things unnecessarily toxic and hard for my gender and that is why they left the jobs for you guys. And FYI, makeup is only used to enhance someone's beauty not for face baking.” She said with a matter-of-fact expression. “

Marcia chuckled lightly, "Right, a one in a hundred years kind of guy!" Her smile transformed her once simple makeup, making it seem alive and vibrant. Kevin hadn't let the makeup artist overdo her look. Her eyes were elegantly defined, enhancing their depth, while her lips were a striking, seductive red. Her smile was like a blooming flower, brilliant and impossible to ignore.

This question is like asking a chef if they are familiar with pots and pans, it's simply stupid! She pursed her lips and said, "It's alright." "Do you know about the brand Herseor's cosmetics? Are they good?" The makeup artist thought she was being verbose, but still said, "Herseor is a top makeup brand created by CC, a renowned makeup artist. It is not sold publicly and only accepts private customization. I saw it when I was an apprentice at a famous actress's place before. The makeup effect is particularly good, and it is the most skin-friendly makeup I have ever seen."

The makeup artist, a tall, elegant woman named Sade, had arrived around four in the evening, alongside a petite hairstylist named Marcy who smelled like wild roses and lavender. They were both warm and professional, offering me drinks and snacks as they unpacked their equipment and examined my features. They looked like they knew everything that they were doing, I'm just going to sit still and let them do their jobs. Sade clapped her hands together. “You have beautiful skin, Kate. And those eyes, my goodness, we’re going to make them pop. You don't really need much work on your face, just a little something to make you look perfect.” she said and I smiled.

It makes my face look softer, my cheekbones sharper. It makes me look like someone who belongs at a gala. "It's perfect," I whisper. Sophia smiles. "You're going to kill it tonight." Makeup appointment is at three. A different salon, this one specializing in evening looks. The makeup artist Marco, with immaculate contouring and false lashes takes one look at me and claps his hands together. "Oh, we have good bones to work with. Great bone structure. A little gaunt, but we can work with that." He gestures to the chair. "Sit, darling. Tell me about this event."

"Ruth... what have you done to my face!?" "It's our make-up trend. Don't you like it?" "I absolutely love it! You're so talented!" I rewarded her with praise. She perfectly shaped my eyebrows, the color of my lips is feminine, and the overall make-up matches my skin; resulting in as a humble doll. Plus, my hair is straightened, that's how I realized the length reaches my waist. I almost feel like staring at my reflection and seeing someone else. "I'd like to stay like this forever."

My bedroom is abuzz with the preparation for the most anticipated event of my life. As the ornate drapes are drawn back, revealing a breathtaking view of the lush lawn and garden, I recline on a chaise longue, my porcelain complexion unblemished and untouched by the anxious lines that’s ruining my usually composed features. My gaze bears a haunted expression as I stare into the distance, the past events of yesterday still fresh in my memory. At my side, the renowned makeup artist, Mrs. O'Hara, meticulously brushes a subtle blush of rose across my high cheekbones. Her hands move with grace, a testament to her years of experience working with the elite.

Zoey p.o.v My eyes are closed as instructed as Hannah, the makeup artist Marco booked to cake me up for today's event. Tons and layers of concealer, foundation, contour and all other things involved in the perfect glam make up look. Or the celebrity look, as she claimed to give me, the look that will have people stop and stare and drop dead. I crack a small smile, Hannah is a friendly person. She would make her client warm up to her, and engage them in a conversation to keep the vibe flowing.

She gave me a once-over and wrinkled her nose. “You really are going to do the ghost bride aesthetic, huh? I respect your commitment.” ‎ ‎“Good morning to you too,” I muttered, sitting up and brushing the curls from my face. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎She grinned, all teeth and smugness. “Just trying to help; we can’t all roll out of bed and look like death on toast.” ‎ ‎“Some of us prefer honesty over false advertising,“ I said, tilting my head at her makeup-caked face