The Queen’s Cosmetician

"Oh, where did Heath go?

"Master Livot went first. He said he'd pick you up later."

"... what the hell is that guy? You can't even wait to change your maiden's clothes?

Bitterly laughing at Mariage, who was outraged that he couldn't even put it on the man's wind, Die recommended her a chair. At her feet sitting abusively, the hem of her dinner clothes flutters. Beautiful costume. Die looked at the dressed mariage.

Each of the afternoon and evening costumes has a different shape. Dinner clothes are made with a wide open chest, as opposed to afternoon clothes with reduced exposure. The fabric is also different. Compared to an afternoon costume made of thick fabric, for the dinner party that Mariage is wearing now, it's a thin cloth overlay on the veil that shines.

Its colour also looks pitch-black at first glance, deep, dark green. And it brilliantly reflects the black brown color of Mariage's hair. The shape of the costume narrowed high above her chest and spread to her feet as she made multiple strands along the lines of her body, enhancing the roundness of her body for an elegant finish.

"Titty, a little gray, thin red flower, you brought it, right? Will you let me out?

Speak up to Titianna, who is cleaning out her afternoon costume in the tailoring room. Beyond the open door, she has inquired with several small boxes held aside.

"How many?

"Two. And you have white flowers? I hope you have some smaller roses."

"Yeah, okay."

Hands up, smiling back at Titianna making a circle with her thumb and index finger, Die turned to Mariage.

"Excuse me. Hair first."

"Mmm."

Put in a no and keep her forehead in an undisturbed position. I covered my cloth with extra cloth so that it wouldn't get dirty and I cleaned my hands.

"One end, all tribes, I think."

Mariage frowns at the die she tells her as she attracts a set of makeup removing products.

"Isn't it going to take a while?

"It's okay. I'll put it away in four and a half minutes."

"Okay. Do as you please."

With regard to his face, Mariage does not disagree with Die. I've never talked about it. Instead of getting annoyed and throwing choices. Trust me. She keeps her face in the die. That was, for me, the best compliment.

If you don't apply the makeup that accompanies your expectations within the time you declare, you'll break the name of the facialist so that you don't betray her expectations.

Remove the makeup from the mariage and decide the final finish while relieving the skin. After applying lotion and emulsion to calm the skin thoroughly, Die moved on to the makeup process.

Spread the color plate and brush over the round table. Sponges, cotton cloths, hand tufted, hereinafter finely tailored tools, the die took up pottery vials. Filling inside is the liquid that underlies the makeup. It is the basement that brightens the skin. To keep the brightness of her skin from dragging on the dark-eyed costume that Mariage wears. Drop only one drop on the back of your hand, take it off with your fingers and tame it to Mariage's skin.

Next is powder practice. I decided to overlap several layers of white powder with different particle sizes and colors, keeping only the closest and viscous powder to Mariage's skin tone around my eyes, as it seeped through my tiredness from the morning and seeped into my skin. Brush, not sponge, for application. A stiff finishing brush for the powder used around the eyes. After applying it, tame it with your fingers. I chose a soft brush with a large shake of hairy feet for the white powder. Drop the excess powder on the brush onto the cloth and place only the necessary amount on the skin of the mariage. The skin finish cared for a rusty texture that would not interfere with the gloss of the costume.

When the skin is finished, the colour flavor is next. Eyes and mouth.

At the time the dinner party costume was decided, several color combinations of makeup were available. Ultimately, however, it was decided to check the condition and lighting of the venue before making a decision. Is the lighting a candle or a charm stone, or is it due to another sorcery procedure incorporated directly into the ceiling? The color of light varies according to the type. In doing so, the colour used for makeup must also be changed.

The main lighting in the dining room is a decorative candlestick with luxuriously luxurious stones. Under light from slightly blue-blue attractive stones, too reddish a color could not be used.

Attract color plates. The eye area decided to match the color of Mariage's eyes. I use fine gold from the particles and a few dark teas near the gray, not even dull under the lights. Tighten the light colors and carefully overlap the layers so that the eyes do not become too flashy, giving depth to the double part. Just the scorched tea you put in your eyes, something slightly greener. It matches the fabric color of the costume. I didn't get my eyelashes. Mariage lashes are long enough, and their color is closer to dark brown than red tea. Simply putting a tonal color around your eyes will enhance the contours of your eyes enough.

After I fixed my eyebrows, I put gold all over my eyelids. Be aware of your eyelids when you lay down from the side to see if the color darkness is natural - it's okay. Next.

Dark red on the lips. The texture goes with the costume. Place the same gold powdered honey on top of the red area for a moist gloss. Keep your cheeks down to the point where you can put them in or not.

Finally, add the raw color powder to brighten the eye area, remove the excess powder, and the makeup is done.

But that's not the end of it.

"Next, get your hair."

While standing up, remove all the color powder on your hands with a cloth that was pre-wet. Pushing the cosmetics on the table far away, Die took a string of hair ties, a fastening needle for hair, and a wire out of the bag and placed them in an empty space. The wire is thin and soft, used to fasten the hair.

The hair that had been tied for lunch had already been broken during the costume change. First by hand, then by hand, carefully comb (scraps). He stopped his hand where it was somewhat glossy, and his hair tied up all but one room, high on his left head.

"Titi, Flowers"

"Yeah. Is this good?

Titianna, who was keeping an eye on things behind her back, offers Die's designated flowers. It is a decorative flower that has stopped time by special processing. It's more beautiful out of step than anything made of silk. But because of the value, it was the first substitute that the common people could not reach.

"Thin red comes first. Next, white"

Insert the received thin red flower into the knot mouth. Give me a little white rose to surround it. Shape, wrap the roots of the flowers around each hair with wire, and fix.

"And the spreading grass... uh, I forgot to ask you"

"You mean this?

"Oh, that's it. That's it."

Small leafy spreads (chisels) are also painlessly processed. Wrap around the roots of the flowers decorated with hair and cut in moderate lengths. They all tell me to treat this as I please with something that was purchased before the house tilted, but I was just nervous when putting in the tweezers. Put a clasp needle in the stem that is wrapped around your hair to prevent it from falling off.

(hair ties I should have studied a little more)

The die was driven by a desire to pound his tongue, distressed as he could not see the area of the wire. In the flower district, it is the job of the hairdresser to create elaborate hairstyles. If I had learned a little more from them, I would have been able to tie my hair a little more elaborately. Speaking of not being a makeup artist, until then.

Check the position of the flower and the appearance of the hairstyle. If you're satisfied with that, all you have to do later is look at the overall catch and fine tune it.

"Dear Mariage, would you please stand for a moment?

"It's over?

"No. Not yet. Let me see if it's weird."

Die retreated to the position of Titianna, folding the powdered cloth removed from the mariage. At the same time, Mariage rises as she judges the hem of the costume.

Stand out, its Rin standing.

"... it's lovely"

Beside the die, Titianna shouts her hot praise. It is not a rhetoric. To the sound of words from the heart, Mariage dyed her cheeks to the vermilion and tilted her little neck with an uncomfortable look.

"... right?

"Yep. It's beautiful."

Die narrowed her eyes and praised her wholeheartedly.

Mariage is beautiful after makeup and hair ties. Even the colour of fatigue in the morning seems distressing scratching the desire for asylum, attracting others. Both makeup and hairstyle make Mariage elegant, and bring out the rosy luminosity pushed into the morning mist.

The costume and makeup were rather calm and aware of the atmosphere, so if her youthfulness seemed to be compromised, I also thought I would use the same flowers I used for my hair to decorate the costume and get a match. But it won't be necessary in this way.

"Titty, this, please"

"Yes."

Returning the excess flowers to Titianna, Die took Mariage's hand.

"Excuse me. Come here."

Keep pulling her hand and move to the front of the appearance raised against the wall.

"How about that?

I checked Mariage's entire body in the mirror, and Die took his hands off and asked her. Mariage says nothing. His cheeks were only slightly loosened by the tide.

"... well, fine"

I vomited my words and she left the mirror after spending too much time just checking what she looked like.

Shira, and made a garment rubbing sound, and Mariage returned to her original position. Sitting in her chair, she bent the edge of her mouth to the shape of a laugh.

No compliments, but her smile is a sign of satisfaction.

All you have to do is wait for Heath to come.

Die nodded at Mariage, who poked her cheek cane and lay her eyes down.

"Right."

"I can't help but praise you, Mr. Liveaux."

Titianna pinched her mouth as she spread her large watermark braid, and hung it on Mariage's shoulder. Mariage scratches together in front of a watermark braid dyed by its sunset color and argues with Titianna.

"I wonder. I can predict what kind of words you're going to say."

"What dialogue do you think you're going to say?

To Die's question, the Queen's candidate girl answered instantly with her eyes down.

"" Be quiet tonight, please. If you don't answer, your costume and makeup will be ruined. ""

In a strangely similar mouth imitation, the die erupted. Sure, Heath would say. But why would he take such an attitude towards Mariage as to deliberately incite anger? It is doubtful.

If you look at Titianna, who is solidifying beside Mariage, she is also cramping her mouth with bitter laughter. You noticed Die's gaze, and she fixed her smile. She turned to Mariage in a panic.

"As, well, Master Mariage. Without saying so. You are truly beautiful. Everyone will have to praise Mariage for her flowers."

Titianna has no malice. She simply tried to lift the mariage.

But that one word seemed to remind me of someone I didn't want.

"The flower in this venue is Arishuel. I don't care what you do."

Ironically of Mariage, the air of the place froze in an instant.

"I was seriously told earlier that Del Ligueiria is a beautiful flower. Thank you very much."

Normally, I could not feel jealousy or frustration from the tone of Mariage today when she said that she was quenching her simmering jealousy and disappointment with herself. Sounds pale. That's why I can't read what's in her chest.

Nevertheless, again, it's Arishuel.

"Is it that beautiful..."

Everyone praises her, but is it so beautiful?

(This, more than Master Mariage?

"Ah. You haven't seen it yet? I need Arishuel."

Die nodded slightly at Mariage's inquiry, who apparently overheard this whine.

"Yes, I'd like to see it if I can."

Since we arrived at this mansion, everyone and he has been Arishuel. It's not weird because you're being invited by the Gertrude family. But I never even saw her in the distance, so I didn't come to the die.

"Oh, really?

Mariage eats up to the hope of casual mouth. I had a bad feeling about her smile, and Die unconsciously pulled herself away, hitting it and it was unusual bright - rather than belly-burned somewhere.

"Oh, yeah... well"

I'm sure I'd like to see it, but I'm not eager. If you continue to serve Mariage without hurry, you will also see it soon.

"Dear Mariage, are you kidding me...?

Titianna changes her blood phase and groans.

"That's right."

In contrast to Titianna, Mariage's expression is delightful.

An increasingly dim hunch from the exchange between the two crawled up their spines, making the die want to escape the scene.

The Queen's candidate girl covers her mouth with a fan tip. The moment she lurked in the shadows, Die did not miss her red lips, distorted by pleasure.

"Isn't that just fine? He said he wanted to see it."

"Oh, no, I'm not in such a hurry,"

The far-winded rejection was ignored, regardless.

"And isn't it good for Die to keep an eye on something called a noble nobleman? Hey?"

Smile at me sometime and Mariage asks me for my consent. If you don't snort here, there's no doubt that the fan in her hand will fly. She turned silently to Titianna for help, but she has waved her sympathetic eyes to the die, left and right.

What that behavior means is, 'I'm sorry, Murray, I can't stop'.

"Hey. I want to see it, right?

It's still better when you're having eclampsia. Far better.

Die, forced by Mariage to give her consent, thought so for the first time since she began to serve her.