She used to have everything. Friends, fame, money, family, reputation...now she has none. She knew it was her fault. And that's what hurts the most, knowing she had done it to herself. She fucked up. Badly. And there's no way she could get back to h...
I closed my left eye while I pat the make-up brush on my lower eyelid. Gold, brown and maroon are the colors I decided to use for my eyes.
After finishing my eyeshadow, I slowly sticked the false eyelashes on both sides. Your girl needs the extra volume because I am not gifted with long lashes.
With shaky hands, I carefully drew my eyebrows. Once I’m done with the outlining, I started filling it in with my brownish pomade. Glancing at my brows, it looks okay. At least. I seriously need to practice doing my brows.
I’m not really a professional when it comes to make-up. But I learned how to do it and I can say that I can do my own look pretty decent. Though, yeah, don’t expect a gorgeous look.
Maybe one of the factors why I’m still an amateur to make-ups is I used to always have my face done at the salon. My mom would hire some professional artist whenever we need to attend some parties and events. But now, I don’t want to spend money since I know that I can do it just fine.
Actually, Lyra offered her personal make-up artist to me for free. But I refused her, it’s not because of pride but I have to get used to the idea that we are no longer rich.
I started curling my hair using the dual use hair straightener. Good thing, I also know how to do this. It’s just hard, especially because I’m not used to doing it alone.
Getting my Anastasia lipgloss, I applied an enormous amount of brown nude on my lips. I sighed when my hands shook, leaving a stain near my lips. I immediately wiped it out with a tissue.
When I’m finally done putting colors on my face, I went to my walk-in closet and admired the gown I’m going to wear for tonight. It was one of those dresses my dad bought for me when I was nineteen, good thing I haven’t worn it yet.
It’s a lace up sweetheart and strapless blue ombre dress. It falls to the floor and I’m sure it will cover my shoes but I’m still gonna wear my silver stiletto.
[Note: Below is the picture of Margaret's dress. Again, she's not the portrayer haha.]
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It took me a while before I finally zipped up the dress on my back. Gosh, it’s so hard dressing up alone! Maybe I should have accepted Ly’s offer. Tsk.
After all the things I’ve done, I’m finally looking at myself in the mirror.
I don’t wanna be arrogant but…damn. I look pretty! And I’m so proud of my overall look for tonight because I did all this without any help. This beauty in front of the mirror is all my hardwork!
I received a text message from my date that he’s already outside my building. I texted him that I’m going down in a minute and he doesn’t need to go up here.
My lips curled up in a smile when I saw him looking so handsome in his black suit. I noticed his dark blue tie, fortunately, he bought the right color.
