Present
Camille
My hair was straightened out with a blunt cut and long curtain bangs, and it had been dyed caramel. Since Rika liked my short, dark hair, I had never bothered to change its color. She said my black hair made my gray eyes stand out. It gave them a sharper look.
“You look lovely in this haircut,” Charles, my hairstylist, said with a glowing smile. “Do you like it?”
“It looks great,” I replied, turning around to see my hair in the mirror. “It changed my face a bit.”
“Now, let me give you the final touch before you move on to your dress. Sia will be here with your dress anytime.” He made me sit on a styling chair before beginning to work on my face. It was so painful that I was in a lot of pain after being waxed. As I looked in the mirror, my beauty struck me for the very first time. My last visit to the salon was years ago.
“Ouch!” I winced when Charles removed my facial hair with a strip. “What the heck is it?”
“I will remove your unwanted hair from your face so that your makeup will come out smoothly,” he explained as he stuck a thin strip under my nose before removing it quickly. A sharp pain made my eyes water.
“Is it necessary?” I growled as he applied it to my face again.
“Yes,” he said, pumping a bottle of moisturizer into his hand and applying it to my face. “Your face looks natural. It doesn’t appear that you use makeup often.”
“I don’t wear makeup,” I spat.
“How old are you?” he asked.
“Twenty-six.”
“Hmm… if you don’t, you should,” he suggested. “So Archie is your boyfriend.”
“Yup.”
“I would have dated you if he had not...” he laughed, and I frowned. He started my makeup with primer, then applied foundation, concealer, foundation powder, bronzer, blush, highlighter, and finally eyeshadow.
“Are you making me a clown?” I glared at him.
“Just wait and watch and close your eyes.” He clipped and my jaw flexed.
After minutes, he sprayed something on my face and hair before turning me around. “You won’t see yourself now,” he said before shoving me into the changing room.
It startled me to see a pink-haired girl inside the room. She was holding an olive green satin dress. “Hey, this is Sia, your stylist.” She introduced herself politely before extending her hand forward for a handshake.
“This is Camille Davidson.”
“I know about you,” she said, and I frowned, wondering what she meant. “Let’s get you ready since we are running late.”
After a while,
“Now, you can see yourself in the mirror,” Sia said while turning me around and letting me see myself. As soon as I looked in the mirror, my mouth opened wide in astonishment.
The dress had a halter neck, high low hem, and embellished racerback design. This was enhancing my slender figure, making me look attractive and captivating. The makeup on my face had a dewy glow, glossy pink lips, mascara-smeared lashes, and subtle shimmery eyeshadow. They did my hair in a messy updo and waves for a natural look. The thigh-high slit prominently showed my toned legs off.
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His Lethal Love
Romance"Miss Camille Davidson, what a small world?" A chill went through me when I heard his dark, yet sexy, voice. I lifted my chin to look at him. Once my eyes locked with his, I couldn't stop myself from shivering. He was no longer the man he was eight...
