“You look like a goddess,” Emeline had just finished doing Larissa’s make up.
She looked in the mirror, she wore the green dress picked out for her. It was flowy and soft, an off-shoulder, exposing her neckline and slim shoulders. Her hair was styled into a half braided bun and the rest were curled and sprayed with the sweet scent of vanilla. So now, every time Larissa moves her hair, the scent fills the air.
“Thank you,” She blushed. This was her first time being dolled up by a friend who really wanted to accentuate her beauty.
“It is a shame that we have to cover half of your face with this,” Emeline attached the dark mask on her face with a poof of feathers at the top right, only showing her rose-colored lips. “It is a masquerade festival after all,” As she said that, she also wore h
