As she sits at the makeup table, Liz River becomes Cinderella, surrounded by colorful powders and tubes of lipstick, she carefully applies each product to her face, mimicking Cinderella's iconic look. She wears a flowing blue gown with sparkles that twinkle in the light. The corner of her mouth twitches, showing her frustration.
The room is filled with the soft glow of vanity lights, casting a warm glow over her pale skin. Liz’s every movement a delicate dance as she tries to prepare for the grand ball. Her ardent eyes carry her up into a world of swans and princes where she can forget everything that will happen— and what came before— how curious, the way the world could alter with a simple change of wardrobe. But fate has other plans.
Liz’s fingers fumbling with the gloves, her hair falling in messy strands around her face. She picks up the makeup brush and begins to play with the different colors and textures, trying to create the perfect look for the ball. Liz's fingers run through her hair, trying to tame the wild locks.Her fingers brush against the soft velvet of her dress as she fidgets in her seat, trying to make her outfit look presentable. She can feel the sticky residue of mascara and eyeshadow on her fingers, evidence of her earlier attempts at applying makeup.
Suddenly, it hits her like a ton of bricks. Wearing the wrong white gloves, her hair is all wrong, she can't help but cry big fat tears and her make up starts to run down her face and ruin all her make up. Her hands moving swiftly as she attempts to fix her hair and makeup.
Her tears fall like broken notes, smudging the careful makeup she has applied. to get ready for the big ball tonight. The taste of salty tears fills Liz's mouth as she cries, her heart breaking over her ruined appearance. She can also taste the bitter remnants of her ruined lipstick, a small reminder of her current predicament. The sweet scent of perfume and the earthy smell of hairspray fill the air around Liz as she frantically tries to get a grip before for the ball. She brushes her fingers over her face, feeling the wet tracks of her tears, smearing her carefully applied makeup. She looks down in shame.
Liz looks up, her mascara-streaked face reflected in the mirror.The sound of Liz's sobs fills the air, her cries. The salty taste of tears lingers on Liz's lips as she cries in frustration. She tries to lick away the stray makeup, but it only leaves a bitter taste in her mouth.
As Liz sobs, Liz looks up, her mascara-streaked face a mess. "Everything's wrong! My gloves, my hair, my makeup... I'll never be ready in time for the ball!"
Liz's hair falls in disheveled strands around her face as she sits at the makeup table, her hands moving frantically as she attempts to fix her appearance. The mirror in front of her reflects her tear-stained face and the mess of makeup and hair products scattered across the table.
Finally, she succumbs to her emotions and unravels completely. Jagged sobs break the peaceful air, her make up completely ruined. She cries until there are no tears left at all.
Includes crying, makeup, extreme close-ups, behind the scenes, glove fetish, fairy tales, costume, cosplay, glamour gown, ruined makeup, eye fetish, sad mode, bad mode, tears, POV, struggle, emotional, princess.
