***CAMILLA’S POV***
I sit on the luxurious cushioned chair, the air filled with excitement and anticipation.
The makeup artist, a skilled woman with nimble fingers, stands before me, a palette of colors in her hands.
Before me, is a magnificent mirror with dazzling lights casting a warm glow that illuminates every angle of my face.
"Can you look to the left slightly?" she asks, her voice gentle yet firm.
I do as I'm told, turning my head in response, careful not to disrupt her delicate work.
I had specifically requested a simple makeup look, nothing too heavy or extravagant.
“Raise your face a little bit more.” She says.
I wanted to look like myself, just a more enhanced version, and the lady assured me that she would deliver exactly what I desired. So far, she's doing a good job.
