Scars Of A Broken Bond

Bradley’s assistant immediately answered, “Yes, it is. All the makeup artists who’ve worked with Bradley have said he’s a dream to work on.”

The other celebrity’s makeup artist by his side observed the uneven and lackluster skin with enlarged pores under her brush, and she couldn’t help feeling a sense of sympathy for herself.

After the foundation, Bettie applied a soft coat of makeup on Bradley, then proceeded to shape his eyebrows.

In her mind, she had already envisioned the perfect eyebrows for him.

Leaning slightly forward, she held an eyebrow powder matching Bradley’s natural shade in one hand and a brush in the other, gently shaping and outlining the brows.

Setting the brush box aside, Bettie grasped a flat eyebrow pencil in one hand, gently holding Bradley’s face with the other, instructing, “Hold still for a moment.”

“okay.”

drew out

strand distinct, making it seem as though they

showing any emotion, Bradley glanced at

he could discern

closer inspection, there wasn’t a

how some celebrities sported thick makeup, their skin appearing dull and tinged yellow. Such imperfections often necessitate heavy post-production enhancement. The final images, drastically retouched, were sometimes unrecognizable even to their own families. Unedited photographs were

fixed on his eyebrows without moving. She seemed serious, quite different from her

exclaimed, “You’ve done such a great job

a while, a staff member, identifiable by the work badge on his chest, tapped on the door,