“It’s nice,” I said honestly.
They’d gone with smoky black eyes and little else. Similar to what I did for shows. It worked, obviously, but for something like this...
“But?” he prompted.
I sighed. “I just think they could’ve gone further. Especially with the corset. They talked about an artsy vibe, and it feels like they stopped halfway.”
He didn’t frown. Didn’t bristle. He just listened.
“What would you have done?”
I pursed my lips, scanning him properly this time.
“Smudge the black out more,” I said slowly. “Add gold pigment to echo the corset accents. Not powdery gold. Liquid. Like it’s melting.”
His eyes lit up, like he could already see it. Without another word, he stood and crossed the studio to speak with thephotographer. They talked briefly. Then Bodhi came back grinning.
He held out his hand. “Come with me.”
“What’s happening?”
He didn’t answer, but I took his hand anyway.
Bodhi led me to the unattended makeup table and dropped into the director’s chair, crossing one leg over the other. Then he held out his hands.
“Paint me.”
I blinked. “The fuck are you on about?”
“I told them you’re my usual makeup artist,” he said casually. “They’ve got what they need. Now we get to play.”
My jaw dropped. “You’re serious?”
“Dead serious.” He gestured to the table. “Go wild. Pretend we’re in the Willow and bring your idea to life.”
Under the studio lights, his eyes practically sparkled. He’d derailed the end of a professional photoshoot just so I could experiment.
“You’re insane,” I breathed.
“Nope.” He grinned. “I’m a world-famous rock star.”
I snorted. “And this is one of the perks?”
“Exactly.”
I hesitated. “You’re sure this is okay?”
“Yep. Might even make the magazine.”
I scoffed and grabbed a blending brush. “Sure it will.”
“Hey,” he said softly. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re good.”
I started blending, softening the black shadow until it faded toward his brow.
“Your usual looks are pretty simple,” I said. “I could teach you if you want.”
“Wouldn’t look the same,” he replied. “Not if it wasn’t you.”
