Zoey Kagel considers herself quite the artist when it comes to make-up, so when she made her YouTube channel ten-years-ago, she never expected to be identified as the Beauty Hero Of 2020. One viral video later, and she's caught the eye of the music...
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Zoey Kagel
There's such a good vibe here backstage at the Rock World Awards ceremony. Maeva is gushing over my makeup, and something tells me she doesn't get excited about much.
"How did you get my skin to look this smooth?" she asks, holding the mirror above her face while I work on her lips.
"I always use a matte primer underneath my foundation and I layer it in small amounts," I say.
I'm trying out a new concept with the lips which could go two of both ways. Be the next best thing, or a total disaster. It's an ombré lip, shading in with pink edges and a black centre.
"You won't be able to do much with your mouth tonight. Is that okay? It said no eating or drinking on the brief," I say, using a brush to smudge the colours together.
Maeva nods. "That's right."
After I finish, I dust over a powder to set it, brushing the excess off a moment later. I'm doing good on time, knowing she has another ten minutes before her stylist gets here.
"Luke," Maeva's voice changes within a second. "What the hell are you doing here?"
I can't help it when I turn to source him out. There's two burly men standing behind him while he scopes out the room, a slow, but sure smile tugging at his lips when he spots me.
"Hey, Zoey," he says, ignoring Maeva, which doesn't go down too well. "It all going well for you?"
I nod. "It's going great, thanks. You look good."
It's well known, Luke Holland looks good in everything, but today he looks extra good for some reason. Those signature grey jeans work perfectly well with the Space Jam hoody and a black leather jacket.
Maeva catches my eye, and it's clear she's trying to communicate something I don't understand. Luke is interrupting her once more by stepping over here to check out her makeup. Eyes so bright when he takes it in.
"Looks amazing," Luke says, reaching out to squeeze my arm, keeping it there when he speaks to Maeva. "I came here to pick up Oliver's blanket, apparently you forgot to send it with him."
I can't take my eyes from his fingers, watching my skin dance when he squeezes it. Then he's sliding his hand across until he meets my other elbow to squeeze that one too.
Maeva shakes her head at us, pointing to the corner of the room. "It's in the Mickey Mouse bag. Just take the entire bag."
Luke gives me one last squeeze before saluting her and heading across the room for the bag. "Leo says he'll watch out for you on tv tonight."
"You better pre-warn him about my date, then. I'm not going alone," she says, picking through my makeup on the table beside us.
Luke's nostrils flare. "You two give me a fucking headache. One minute you're together, the next you're not. Why do you keep hurting him, Maeva?"
