⚢𝔽 𝔼 𝕋 𝕀 𝕊 ℍ⚢

𝕋𝕨𝕠.

✍︎︎ ℍ𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕒 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕪, 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕚𝕥? 𝕋𝕠 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕚𝕥? 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕤. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦, 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕙 𝕚𝕥 ✍︎︎

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ℕ𝕖𝕨 𝕐𝕠𝕣𝕜 ℂ𝕚𝕥𝕪
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𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕟. 𝔸 𝕨𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕔𝕖. 𝔸 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕦𝕖.

The woman opened a notebook, beginning to write down the colors of the various shades of makeup on the persons face.

"Okay, it looks like there is a bit of bronze eyeshadow, a contouring of the nude lip, and a rose highlight for the cheekbone."

"I remember how I started. Sitting at a desk in a messy apartment analyzing the makeup look of one of the most popular people in the world."

She wrote down the words she spoke quickly, her eyes darting from the computer screen to the notebook paper quickly. They froze for a moment, thinking quickly to attempt to analyze the thoughts in their head. "I think this is the Mothership VII Divine Rose pallete."

Giving an assured nod to themselves, the women leaned up on her computer desk, looking closer at the screen. She smirked lightly, examining not only the face but the attire of the woman as well. "It apmplifies her outfit so much..." She trailed off, her eyes smiling while she stared at the photo. The woman was posing sitting in a chair. Curly brown highlighted hair in an updo on her head, sitting in a chair facing the opposite direction while her legs stood tall in black stilletos.

"I was obsessed with makeup. My dream was to come out with a cosmetology license and do makeup for celebrities across the globe. It didn't completely go as planned, but that's something I won't get into right now."

She wore navy blue slim fitting pants and a long suit-like overcoat that hung down just above the floor. Earrings in her ears and a domineering look in her eyes.

The woman released a slight breath. "She's so pretty..." She mumbled. In all honesty, the word pretty is not enough to describe the looks of this woman.

Veronica.

Veronica Henson.

That's her name.

"The person who was my main inspiration was Veronica Henson. One of the biggest super models in the world. I could never seem to keep my eyes off of her. Brown skin, silky and smooth. Strong stature."

She was far more than pretty. She was beautiful. Fine. A shapely and confident vixen who took over the celebrity world. She even sometimes referred to herself as 'Veronica Vixen' after her social media fans started to playfully call her such.

"It was my goal to work for her someday. I pictured it all the time."

"God, an A-list model like her. I wish I could be her makeup artist." Said the woman, leaning her head back against her computer chair with a huff. "But would I even survive? She intimidates the hell out of me." She said. This of course, was for a reason.