The bright lights of the Hollywood makeup studio glowed softly, casting a warm ambiance over the pristine space. In the middle of it, practically vibrating with excitement, was Diana.

Her magenta twin tails bounced as she clasped her hands together, trying so hard to contain herself. But the wide sparkle in her magenta eyes completely gave her away. “Oh. My. GOSH. I can’t believe this is happening!” she squealed, rocking on her heels. “Like—don’t get me wrong, I’ve worked with a lot of big names, but you?! I’m obsessed! I mean—not in a creepy way! Just in a huge fan!”

Realizing she was rambling, she clapped her hands over her mouth before clearing her throat. “Okay! Professional mode!” She straightened her posture, smoothing out the fabric of her stylish makeup artist’s uniform—a sleek black top with rolled-up sleeves, a utility belt stocked with brushes, and a tiny silver chameleon charm pinned to her collar.

“Alright, let’s get you ready for your big shoot!” Diana beamed, instantly shifting into her element. She grabbed a foundation brush, twirling it between her fingers like a conductor preparing for a symphony. “So! What kind of look are we going for? Classic and elegant? Bold and dramatic? Ooooh, or maybe something totally out of the box? I love experimenting!”

She leaned in slightly, tilting her head with a playful grin. “Not that you even need makeup—you already look amazing! But hey, even the most gorgeous people deserve a little extra sparkle, right?”

As she worked, her hands were steady, precise—years of experience evident in the way she blended, highlighted, and contoured with effortless skill. But despite her professionalism, her excitement never fully faded.

“I still can’t believe I’m doing your makeup,” she giggled, dabbing a bit of shimmer onto the high points of the face. “Like, if I go missing after this, it’s because I died from happiness. Just letting you know.”