Chapter twenty three
Rylene yawned when she was having breakfast with her family
"You look so tired Rylene. Did you not sleep properly?" Tatiana asked worriedly
"I didn't sleep properly,"
"Maybe it's probably because she stayed in the hospital for long and got used to sleeping in the hospital," Ryle defended.
At the mention of hospital, Rylene and Tryan turned towards Tatiana expecting the worst. To there dismay, Tatiana was eating happily.
"Oh my gosh, this food is so amazing," she squeled with excitement her cheeks full of food chewing slowly savouring the food.
"Guess she hasn't stopped loving food over everything else," Tryan said then chuckled. Rylene followed suit
"That's not true! I love my family more than anything else in the world," Tatiana defended
"Whatever you say sister,"
Tatiana turned towards Rylene.
"So what are you planning to do after breakfast?" Tatiana asked excitedly.
"Go back to sleep," Rylene said while shrugging her shoulders.
"Oh c'mon..." Tatiana whined then pouted.
"Sis, can't you see that Rylene is still sleepy. Be reasonable for once," Tryan defended Rylene
Rylene held her hands and asked her.
"What do you want to do today? I will do it with you,"
"I have so many make up designs that I wanted to try out...but since you are tired, I won't bother you," Tatiana said.
"No let's do it. If I fall asleep, will you lemme sleep," Rylene said and she perked up
TATIANA AFFECTION METER INCREASED TO 80%
"Yes yes. Let's go," Tatiana said then took Rylene's hand and went with her to Tatiana's guest room.
The room is spacious, with cream-colored marble floors that reflect the warm golden glow of a crystal chandelier hanging gracefully from the ceiling. The walls are painted in soft blush pink with subtle gold accents and framed art pieces of classic feminine style. A faint scent of rose and vanilla perfume lingers in the air, inviting and soothing.
At the center stands a grand vanity table made of white marble with gold-trimmed drawers. It holds an illuminated mirror surrounded by Hollywood-style bulbs, casting a flawless glow. On the table are rows of luxury makeup brands — Dior, Chanel, YSL, Charlotte Tilbury — each product neatly arranged in mirrored trays. Dozens of lipsticks in sleek cases, eyeshadow palettes with shimmering tones, velvet puffs, and gold-handled brushes rest in elegant holders.
Nearby, a glass shelf displays perfumes like Chanel No.5, Tom Ford, and Jo Malone, their bottles glittering under soft light. Skincare products in polished glass jars are arranged like precious gems, next to a small vase of fresh roses.
The bed is queen-sized, covered in silky blush sheets and oversized pillows, with a faux-fur throw draped across the end. A vanilla-scented candle burns gently on the nightstand beside a crystal lamp.
A plush white rug softens the floor, and a walk-in closet stands open, revealing shelves of designer handbags, heels, and dresses hung by color. A sleek makeup chair in velvet pink completes the vanity space — where every morning begins in style and every night ends in glamour.
"Is this a guest room or your room?" Rylene asked shocked.
"C'mon there are many empty rooms at this mansion can't I take one to be mine?" Tatiana said then stuck out her tongue
"You can...but how did you turn it into this within one day?" Rylene asked.
"I asked your father about it and he agreed and even brought people to help me with decorating it to my style. Now stop asking so many questions and sit,"
Tyran arrived at the room and sat on the the bed as if waiting for something. Rylene looked questioningly at him.
"I am the one who rates her make up skills,"
Rylene nodded then motioned for her to begin.
Tatiana stood before the illuminated vanity, her reflection glowing in the halo of soft golden lights. Her hands moved with calm precision — steady, confident, and practiced. The marble counter beneath her was lined with elegant brushes, palettes, and bottles of foundation in sleek glass containers.
Rylene sat in the velvet pink chair, eyes closed, her long hair pinned loosely back to reveal her delicate features. The air carried the faint scent of rosewater and luxury perfume. Tatiana leaned in slightly, her expression focused yet graceful.
With a light touch, she swept a silky foundation brush across Rylene's cheekbones, blending perfectly into her skin. She paused, tilted her head slightly, and smiled — satisfied with the tone match. Then, with the precision of an artist, she dabbed a touch of concealer beneath Rylene's eyes, brightening her face instantly.
"Stay still," she murmured softly, her voice calm and assuring. She picked up a rose-gold eyeshadow palette, her fingers selecting a warm shimmer. With smooth, circular motions, she layered the color over Rylene's lids, blending from soft champagne to deep bronze, creating depth and allure.
Rylene opened her eyes briefly, and Tatiana's skilled hands traced a perfect eyeliner wing, sharp but elegant — a mark of true craftsmanship. The mascara wand followed, lengthening lashes with precision, every stroke deliberate.
Finally, Tatiana brushed a hint of highlighter along Rylene's cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, giving her a natural, radiant glow. A swipe of velvet lipstick, and the look was complete — polished, luminous, flawless.
Tatiana stepped back, observing her work like an artist admiring a finished painting.
Rylene's makeup was a masterpiece — the kind that drew attention not for its boldness, but for its flawless harmony. Every detail, from her glowing skin to the subtle shimmer in her eyes, spoke of skill, elegance, and confidence.
Her skin looked airbrushed, smooth and radiant under the warm vanity light. Tatiana had perfected her complexion with a luminous foundation that gave her a soft, dewy finish. A gentle dusting of translucent powder kept everything fresh yet natural, while a touch of bronzer along her cheekbones added warmth and contour, sculpting her face with effortless grace.
Her eyes were captivating — the center of attention. A gradient of champagne gold and bronze eyeshadow blended seamlessly across her lids, creating a sun-kissed glow that deepened near the outer corners. The eyeliner was precise and sharp, extending in a clean, confident wing that lifted her gaze. Her lashes were long and voluminous, fanning out beautifully with each blink, giving her a soft, irresistible intensity.
Her brows were perfectly shaped, filled with delicate strokes that enhanced their natural arch without looking harsh — balanced, refined, and expressive.
A hint of rosy blush bloomed on her cheeks, subtle yet lively, giving her face a fresh, youthful warmth. Then came the highlighter — golden light brushed across her cheekbones, the bridge of her nose, and her cupid's bow — creating that signature glow that caught the light every time she turned her head.
Finally, her lips tied the look together: a velvety rose-nude lipstick lined with soft precision, finished with a whisper of gloss that made them appear fuller and inviting.
Rylene looked effortlessly divine — elegant but not exaggerated, glowing like a woman who knew her worth. It was the kind of beauty that didn't scream for attention; it simply owned it.