#Chapter42: Magenta

The drive back from the mall was quiet. Matt had seemed a bit upset about the way the argument turned out, but he hadn’t let it show much. We’d gone from dress shopping to picking up new shoes, a tuxedo for Matt, jewelry, and finally a beauty supply store as I didn’t like other people doing my hair.

It reminded me too much of being primped and polished for clients back at Larry’s. Grace seemed grateful that she wouldn’t have to sit in a salon chair either and he browsed the shelves quietly. I picked up some new dye, including a bright magenta color when I saw a familiar line of nail polishes near the back of the store.

I didn’t think they were still being made three years after the fall of my pack. Everlasting was the only brand Fluorite sold gem dust and pigments used for nail polish to before it fell. I picked up a bottle of my favorite shade and checked the label.

“Ah, you have an eye for quality,” one of the at