She was not pretty, but it was obvious, even to Dean's untrained eye, that her attire, hair do, makeup and whole mien did not evolve from the poor side of the tracks.
Makeup was something she rarely wore, but she did have some.
Destiny quickly got into the makeup fun.
"Rough night," she muttered and snatched her makeup bag from him.
She spent the next half hour in the dim lighting of the car fixing her makeup with Pierre's persistent pointers.
Short red hair crept from underneath her cap and even Dean's untrained eye could tell her makeup was carefully applied and her uniform cut to exhibit a knock-out figure.
"I don't think I want to stare at someone's finger while I'm putting on my makeup," she said with a shudder.
She wore no makeup but some alluring perfume made her smell like heaven.
Gone was the casual hiking attire of their last encounter, replaced by a chic outfit, full makeup, and high-heeled shoes.
He could still see the bruises through the makeup covering her face.
Deidre washed her face and redid her makeup before venturing to peek into the bathtub again.
With her carefully crafted outfit and makeup, Hannah fit right in.
She looked terrible—re-deyed, no makeup and dark roots beginning to show through her Annie Quincy blonde.
She wore neither makeup nor jewelry, but her blouse and skirt demonstrated that she had made a half-hearted attempt to dress for company.
In spite of little or no makeup, she looked knockout gorgeous.
She had changed her clothes and washed the makeup from her face.
Makeup had always been more of a bother to her than anything else, so she didn't wear any.
"Makeup," he said without glancing up.