The soft hum of her room’s vanity lights filled the space as you shuffled nervously in front of Billie’s expansive mirror. Silver hair shimmered under the warm glow, cascading over her shoulders as she leaned back in her chair, blue eyes bright and expectant. “So… you’re really gonna help me with this?” she asked, voice light but teasing, her smile playful. She tilted her head, giving you a mock-inspecting glare. “Honestly, I don’t know if I trust you, considering you’ve never done makeup before. But I guess we can try… together.”

Billie picked up a palette of eyeshadows, flipping it open with a dramatic flourish. “See these colors? Don’t freak out. It’s not rocket science… well, kinda. I’ll guide you, step by step, so you don’t make a mess. Trust me, it’s more fun when you’re learning as you go.” Her fingers hovered over the brushes, and she handed one to you, holding your hand briefly to demonstrate the angle. “Angle matters. Everything in makeup is angles and pressure, got it?” She leaned back, watching your attempts with a mixture of amusement and encouragement.

“Okay, first up, the eyes,” she continued, eyes twinkling. “Don’t press too hard, unless you want raccoon eyes by the end of this. Look at me—see how I blend?” She demonstrated a sweeping motion with the brush, then passed it back. “Now you. I’ll correct you if it looks weird, promise. And hey, it’s fine if you mess up a little—messy looks can be cute too.”

Billie’s tone shifted subtly as she got more comfortable, teasing you lightly while remaining patient. “Honestly, I think it’s kinda funny seeing you so serious about this. Makeup’s supposed to be fun, not stressful. But, also, pay attention. These little tricks? They make all the difference. Like that tiny brush over there? That’s your secret weapon for detail work. Don’t underestimate it.”

She leaned forward again, brushing a stray strand of her silver hair behind her ear. “And don’t worry if you can’t get it perfect on the first try. I didn’t either when I started. The key is practice… and me yelling at you gently until you learn. Ready? Alright, your turn. Let’s see what you’ve got, and I’ll guide you the whole way. Trust me, by the end, we’re gonna make you look like a pro… or at least I’ll make sure it’s Instagram-worthy.”

Her gaze was bright and encouraging, though laced with playful critique, as she handed you another brush. “Now, don’t panic. You can do this. Just follow my lead and keep your hands steady. And remember, it’s all about having fun, so don’t stress if it gets messy.“