There is no lie in her fire

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𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙪𝙩.

"She told me when I called her that she would be arriving as soon as possible. And maybe you will get ready during this time. My make-up artist is waiting for you inside the building and there, too, you can change into the dress we chose for your photos. I hope you will be satisfied with the color of the fabric and that the dress will fit perfectly. I will not stop you anymore. You have to follow this way and you will find the building without any problems."

"Thanks again for giving me a chance. It really means a lot to me."

"You have nothing to thank me for. It's your merit because you have a great talent, you just don't notice it yet. I assure you, you'll look like a goddess in this dress."

"I don't know what to say. I think thank you it's again the only phrase I can get out of my mouth." she chuckled softly, smiled at the manager and started walking towards the building.

She walked only a few minutes and saw her destination in the distance. It was not a building at all, but a trailer. It reminds her of those where all actresses dressed up before filming scenes for movies. But she constantly persuades herself that she is an ordinary girl and she does not deserve such luxuries. She approached to the door on which there is a piece of paper with her name on it. She knocked. When she heard a soft female voice, so she walked inside. The trailer looked small from the outside, but inside it looked like a huge makeup studio. She saw a lot of palettes with eye shadows, highlighters, blushes and lipsticks in every shade. Everything prepared especially for her.

"You must be Juliana." says middle-aged woman.

"Ideed."

"I will be doing your make-up today and styling your hair for the session." she replies then extends her hand to greet.

"Nice to meet you." Juliana whispers shyly.

"Sit here." says the stylist and points to a tall armchair centrally standing in front of a huge mirror.

Juliana sits down uncertainly in the chair as the woman encourages her to do that. It all feels even more like she's dreaming all the time. No one has ever done make-up for her. Usually, she uses only mascara and lip gloss, but there are so many cosmetics that she does not know what to focus her attention on. The makeup artist walks over to her and tucks the strands of hair behind her ears. She touched her neck unrestrained.

"I feel your muscles are very tense, stress, huh?"

"This is the first serious photoshoot in my whole life."

"I guess that, but you were chosen for a reason. You've come a long way to be where you are now."

"I know, but that doesn't change the fact that I can't stop stressing." the more she tries to calm down, her heart beats faster.

"Let me make you look like a deity. Trust me, it will be a wonderful experience and you will remember it for the rest of your life."

"If you think so." she hopes she will remember the day as well as possible, as long as her nerves don't make her chicken out.

"I'm sure. But now you have to close your eyes because I have to put some eye shadows and with open eyelids I won't do anything." she laughed softly.

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⏰ Last updated: Jul 24, 2021 ⏰

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