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"Stay still." Amaris demanded, pushing my face farther so she could do my makeup properly.
"It's physically impossible for me to stay still Amaris, not with you breathing down my neck like that, you know I'm ticklish." I argued, surpassing a shiver when she purposely sighed, her breath hitting my neck, "Well deal with it."
I glanced up at her, slightly wincing when I see her very realistic makeup that resembles a bloodily scar tainting her face, the fake blood she used oozing out of the fake cut.
One thing about Amaris is that she's one hell of a makeup artist. She's always my go to person whenever it comes to occasions like this.
Since it's Halloween, the school decided to do something fun for once and host a party, stating that whoever had the best costume won the grand prize of a trophy in that shape of a carved pumpkin.
As well as that, they booked a party event management that were assigned the task of making a Maze and a horror house, both activities me and the others are planning on attending.
Halloween may be one of the most exciting days for me, besides Christmas, being it's the one day I can free however I please without anyone batting an eye.
As far as I know, Milan, Matthias, Verona and for some odd reason, Enzo, Ares, Luca and Roman are all attending the party.
I think the school made an exception since they used to attend the school, but whatever.
Besides them, everyone but Lucian, Angelo, Julien, Dante and Giovanni are attending a Halloween party of some sorts, whether it be just friends or a work party, I don't know and frankly I don't care.
Amelia insisted I dresses up as a Siren, pleasing that if I agreed she would take time out of her days to make a costume that would make me stand out.
Obviously I agreed because who wouldn't want Amelia Rodriguez to design their own costume?
She really outdid herself this year though.
The top was made solely of pearls, but obviously there was a fabric on the part of the top that would cover my chest because I didn't not plan on flashing anyone this year.
The pearls were being held together by the necklace bounded around my neck, the pearls dipping below my collarbones before spreading over my torso, wrapping around my back elegantly with pink, translucent fabric tied around each end of the strings of pearls. The fabric was then attached to the few bracelets I wore, flowing down my sides in beautiful waves. Some pearls hung loosely from the middle of my breasts, curling and joining the ones attached to the back, making a sort of illusion of soft waves bouncing off my skin with each movement I made.
Because the fabric covering my breast was too visible, we made small adjustments and made them into seashells, so instead of only having pearls decorating my body, charmed seashells also adorned my skin.
