Scottish Romance: Highlander Romance: Highland Whisper (Scotland Romance) by Payton Hart Page A
Authors: Payton Hart
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my neck and on my wrists letting its flower scent sink into my skin.
On my vanity table, I lay out the makeup I was planning to wear on this evening. Foundation was first. I added foundation to my face that blended it in with my skin and made it look flawless. Its liquid felt silky smooth on my skin. I dotted concealer on my blemishes, hiding imperfections and my tired eyes. Afterward, I dusted on a fine talcum powder all over my face that made it glow. I dipped my makeup brush into a bright pink powder blush. I smiled to find my cheekbones and lightly dabbed it on both cheeks. It gave me a flushed look that made me come alive.
Now came the hard part, I thought. I mixed lamp black, a fine black spot product, with a touch of oil to form a paste. I had not done this technique since my wedding day. I applied this lightly to my eyebrows and then to my eyelashes to make them look longer and fuller. My long eyelashes made the rest of my eyes stand out and made me look wide awake. I added just a touch of eyeshadow to my lids; I wanted something natural and beautiful with not too much color. A light brown eye shadow worked perfectly. It had a slightly pink undertone that went with my dress. I worked a darker brown shadow in to my crease to give my eyes dimension.
Finally, I came my lips. I wanted something bright. I used vermilion, an opaque cochineal derivate, which gave my lips a painted look over the lip balm which had sunk into my lips and made them smooth. I looked in the mirror for several minutes and saw a bit of a glow beneath my eyes. I looked like my old self again.
“You look beautiful,” my father said, as he escorted me out of the room. I felt a sense of excitement for the night. There was something in the air, a sweeping feel of change that went through the town. It was a night to remember.
***
The front of the Carlton House was lit up as we entered. Crowds started to surround the area, bringing a feeling of excitement. The grass had a mat cover that created a courtyard. Under the Corinthian portico, there was a platform with a band getting ready to play. There were four open tents in the garden with food and tables decorated with garlands of flowers.
We walked inside. Guards stood on either side of us. There was an octagon shaped saloon that was near the grand staircase filled with flowers. There were chandeliers and candelabras everywhere. All of the rooms had candles as well as French furniture and porcelain, which I heard the Prince collected. It was all very elegant and extravagant; I felt like a princess in a fairytale.
At around nine PM, the Prince entered the room. Everyone applauded cheerfully as he entered. I had my eyes on another man though who has been sneaking glances at me all night. He had wavy, dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into my soul. I looked at him several times and gave him a smile. He smiled back at me. He seemed to stare at me during the entire Prince’s speech!
As the speech came to a close, I started to walk near the strange man. He looked at me and seemed to draw me in, like a rope was pulling me toward him. Who was he? Did my family know him? I did not see my father anywhere. He walked over to me when he noticed I was coming toward him.
“Hello, miss?” he said. Then to my surprise, he started to recite a poem.
“ Your beautiful spirit, peaceful and bright
Brings beauty to my eye tonight
Innocent, pure, and smart
You uplift and move my heart.”
I laughed in a way I had not laughed in a while. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and a sort of lightness in the air. "Are you a poet?" I said. I had not talked or flirted with a man in a long time.
“Yes, I am a poet, drawn to you. And you are?”
"I am Lady Annabelle," I said, introducing myself.
“I am Lord Augustus”.
“Hello, Lord Augustus,” I said, repeating his name. I let myself smile. "Do you have more poetry for
On my vanity table, I lay out the makeup I was planning to wear on this evening. Foundation was first. I added foundation to my face that blended it in with my skin and made it look flawless. Its liquid felt silky smooth on my skin. I dotted concealer on my blemishes, hiding imperfections and my tired eyes. Afterward, I dusted on a fine talcum powder all over my face that made it glow. I dipped my makeup brush into a bright pink powder blush. I smiled to find my cheekbones and lightly dabbed it on both cheeks. It gave me a flushed look that made me come alive.
Now came the hard part, I thought. I mixed lamp black, a fine black spot product, with a touch of oil to form a paste. I had not done this technique since my wedding day. I applied this lightly to my eyebrows and then to my eyelashes to make them look longer and fuller. My long eyelashes made the rest of my eyes stand out and made me look wide awake. I added just a touch of eyeshadow to my lids; I wanted something natural and beautiful with not too much color. A light brown eye shadow worked perfectly. It had a slightly pink undertone that went with my dress. I worked a darker brown shadow in to my crease to give my eyes dimension.
Finally, I came my lips. I wanted something bright. I used vermilion, an opaque cochineal derivate, which gave my lips a painted look over the lip balm which had sunk into my lips and made them smooth. I looked in the mirror for several minutes and saw a bit of a glow beneath my eyes. I looked like my old self again.
“You look beautiful,” my father said, as he escorted me out of the room. I felt a sense of excitement for the night. There was something in the air, a sweeping feel of change that went through the town. It was a night to remember.
***
The front of the Carlton House was lit up as we entered. Crowds started to surround the area, bringing a feeling of excitement. The grass had a mat cover that created a courtyard. Under the Corinthian portico, there was a platform with a band getting ready to play. There were four open tents in the garden with food and tables decorated with garlands of flowers.
We walked inside. Guards stood on either side of us. There was an octagon shaped saloon that was near the grand staircase filled with flowers. There were chandeliers and candelabras everywhere. All of the rooms had candles as well as French furniture and porcelain, which I heard the Prince collected. It was all very elegant and extravagant; I felt like a princess in a fairytale.
At around nine PM, the Prince entered the room. Everyone applauded cheerfully as he entered. I had my eyes on another man though who has been sneaking glances at me all night. He had wavy, dark hair and piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare into my soul. I looked at him several times and gave him a smile. He smiled back at me. He seemed to stare at me during the entire Prince’s speech!
As the speech came to a close, I started to walk near the strange man. He looked at me and seemed to draw me in, like a rope was pulling me toward him. Who was he? Did my family know him? I did not see my father anywhere. He walked over to me when he noticed I was coming toward him.
“Hello, miss?” he said. Then to my surprise, he started to recite a poem.
“ Your beautiful spirit, peaceful and bright
Brings beauty to my eye tonight
Innocent, pure, and smart
You uplift and move my heart.”
I laughed in a way I had not laughed in a while. I could feel butterflies in my stomach and a sort of lightness in the air. "Are you a poet?" I said. I had not talked or flirted with a man in a long time.
“Yes, I am a poet, drawn to you. And you are?”
"I am Lady Annabelle," I said, introducing myself.
“I am Lord Augustus”.
“Hello, Lord Augustus,” I said, repeating his name. I let myself smile. "Do you have more poetry for
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