He could still see the bruises through the makeup covering her face.
"Rough night," she muttered and snatched her makeup bag from him.
In addition, how food affects us unquestionably has a lot to do with genetic factors, and because everyone has a different genetic makeup, different foods affect each of us differently.
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 had always been more of a bother to her than anything else, so she didn't wear any.
She wore no makeup but some alluring perfume made her smell like heaven.
In spite of little or no makeup, she looked knockout gorgeous.
When computers are in your clothes, medicine, eyeglasses, wallet, tires, walls, makeup, jewelry, cookware, tennis shoes, binoculars, and everything else you own, those things will do more than you can imagine—the stuff of science fiction.
Makeup was something she rarely wore, but she did have some.
Deidre washed her face and redid her makeup before venturing to peek into the bathtub again.
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.
She had changed her clothes and washed the makeup from her face.
"Makeup," he said without glancing up.
"I don't think I want to stare at someone's finger while I'm putting on my makeup," she said with a shudder.
With her carefully crafted outfit and makeup, Hannah fit right in.