Where in all bloody hell is my naked make up pallet?!

I was currently sitting on my bathroom floor, rummaging through all my makeup for this freaking eyeshadow pallet. There was only about 15 minutes until Maxwell was supposed to come pick me up for the event tonight and I hadn't even gotten into the fucking dress yet.

This make up pallet was literally my life and I felt like the lord himself was really looking out for a girl when I spotted it behind my hair curler.

I pulled out the pallet and got to blending various nudes and natural colors onto the base of my eyelids before coming in with a chocolatey brown for my crease. I then pulled out some of the make up Stefan had bought for me, to match my dress.

I still couldn't get over the whole conversation that had happened at Sephora the day before...

"What's this for?" Stefan asked, holding up a pink blush pallet.

"It's blush for your cheeks." I replied.

"Blush? Doesn't your face just naturally do that?"

"Well yes," I replied, "but sometimes women want their cheeks to look rosy consistently."

"Okay. And these are..."

"False eyelashes, Stefan, false eyelashes."

"Okay, and why do you need these?" He asked, flipping the packaging over.

"Because I barely have any eyelashes to begin with." I explained, trying on a few different highlighters on my arm.

"Right right right. This is lipstick right?"

"Mascara." I corrected.

"How the bloody hell can you tell?! The packaging looks identical." Stefan gasped astonishingly.

"Oh my god, Stefan." I chuckled. He looked like a kid in a candy store.

"Is this sparkly pink shit also a blush?"

"No, that's highlighter." I corrected again.

"Like, what does it do?" He asked, now mesmerized by the shimmery powder.

"You use it on your cheek bones and nose to add light to your face, and a bit of shimmer."

"But... But it's pink."

"Yes, well, it looks very pretty on. Here, I'll show you." I nodded, taking a testing brush and expertly adding a light layer to my face.

"Excuse me, miss?" Stefan asked, calling a Sephora worker over, "I'll take two of that pink sparkly shit."

"The highlighter?" She asked, unable to mask the grin that broke out across her face.

"Yes, that. And whatever the hell she's got going on with her eyelids." Stefan added.

"Eyeliner?" She offered, shooting me a knowing smile.

"Yes. Oh, and I saw some gold glittery stuff too. What do you do with that?" He asked.

"You use an adhesive to put it on your eyelid." She explained, showing him a demonstrative picture.

"I'll take two of those as well." He nodded to her, as she disappeared to gather all the items. "Ooh! And what this, Elle?" Stefan asked, pointing to another object on the vanity.

"That's... A marker."

"For like, your eyebrows?" He asked.

"For like, paper, Stefan." I replied, unable to stop the chuckles as he glanced away embarrassingly.

I was now applying some of the glitter to my eyelid, and let me just tell you, this stuff was amazing. It made my eyes pop even more, and I couldn't wait to see it with my dress.

"What are you doing?" A man asked from the entry of the doorway, almost causing me to spill the entire container of glitter all over the bathroom floor.

Okay, real talk, was every man in this home, a freaking Calvin Klein model?! This man was drop dead gorgeous.

"W-Who are you? And why are you in my room?" I asked, startled out of my wits completely.

"My name is Benedict. I'm here to make sure this night goes completely swell and currently, you are sitting on the floor of your bathroom with no dress on when we have quite literally 7 minutes, and 48 seconds left to spare before you need to be in a car, on your way to the event. Can you please explain to me how we got here?" He asked, already rummaging through my things to pick out the dress and shoes for tonight.

"Benedict? Are you part of the house staff? And I completely lost track of time." I explained, pulling myself up off the floor.

"Ofcourse you did. Yes, I'm part of the house staff but I've been on a little vacation up until today. I leave for a week and everyone's timing goes to shit." He sighed, pulling out my undergarments.

"I can take care of those!" I quickly shot forward, when his hands started to rummage through my underwear.

"Stop wasting time and start putting on whatever I toss on the bed." He snapped back, swatting my arm away as he laid out everything for me.

"Y-You want me to change... Right here... In front of you?!" I asked.

"No worries, Ms. Mallerie, I do not care for any part of your body... Or a females body in general really." He replied. I hesitantly started to pull the clothing on, as he tapped away at his tablet.

"Why did you take a vacation?" I asked him, as I got ready. He sighed deeply.

"Do you insist on small talk?"

"Well, I mean, I'm changing in front of a stranger right now... So yes, I'd like to know who you are."

"The work I do for Mr. DeGramont is meticulous and tedious. I get a week off a year to myself every year before the banquette which is the biggest invent in the year. This year, I was not made aware that Mr. DeGramont had found a date until only a few moment ago. Forgive me for my snappiness, but we have 3 minutes and twenty five seconds left to get us both to a moving vehicle, so if you could just pull on that stiletto heel a little faster, that would be great."

"I'm going as fast as I can." I grumbled, getting on the last shoe before literally running after this strange man as he speed walked out of my room.

"Jesus Christ. Ms. Mallerie, have you ever actually worn heels before?"

"Not exactly." I replied, wobbling down the hallway towards the entrance of the home.

"Of Course not." He sighed again. "There's no time now." He replied, rushing out the open entry doors towards a car that was already running. We passed by Mrs. Potts on the way out.

"Have fun, love!" She called, as I was being ushered into the vehicle by Maxwell, with Benedict short behind me.

"Thank you!" I replied to a closing door. "How are we for time, Benedict?" I asked. He was still fiddling with his tablet.

"Perfect. Not a second late." He replied, passing the iPad to Maxwell as he slid into the drivers seat. "And only my mother refers to me by that name. Just call me what everyone else calls me: Cogsworth."

Cogsworth?

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Cogsworth!