Scarlett immediately pushed up her sleeves like a professional and tied her hair into a bun. "Alright, Miss Angel Face, no moving, no talking, and absolutely no sneezing. We're going for divine hacker goddess tonight."
Bella giggled. "Okay, ma'am."
Scarlett started by pulling Bella's hair back gently, clipping the front strands with tiny pink pins. Then came the skincare prep—dabbing toner, patting moisturizer, and smoothing primer over her soft cheeks. Bella's skin was so naturally warm and glowy that Scarlett sighed under her breath. "Unfair. You already look like a dewy peach."
Bella laughed shyly. "Stop exaggerating."
"Exaggerating? Please. If I had your skin, I'd frame my face on a wall." Scarlett rolled her eyes dramatically, then grabbed her foundation brush. "Now stay still. Time for base magic."
She began blending, the soft brush gliding over Bella's skin in gentle circular motions. Bella tried her best to sit still, but every few seconds, a tiny giggle escaped.
