When the artists entered her room, Isabella's eyes lit up—not because she was excited to go out, but because she genuinely loved looking at their kits.
The shiny makeup boxes with their neat compartments, the colorful palettes, the rows of glossy lipsticks, the delicate brushes—all of it felt magical to her. Like an art studio for faces.
She sat on the stool, hugging her knees like a child, watching as they carefully unpacked their tools.
One of the makeup artists smiled. "You like these?"
Isabella nodded eagerly. "They're so pretty. Like treasure chests."
Soon, the team got to work.
This time, they picked a deep red gown for her—elegant, Beautiful, and perfectly tailored. The color hugged her curves and made her skin glow softly under the light. Her hair was styled into a graceful bun, with a few delicate strands left loose to frame her soft face.
