Booktok Nail Ideas 소설 & 이야기

Might as well just spit it out. "I wish I had control over my life." He gave me a puzzled look like I didn't know what I was saying. "What are you talking about? Lady Monique, I heard you were a fucking billionaire. I want to be like you, but I doubt it." "Oh, I wish it was that easy." I held up my hands in such a way that I could get an unhindered view of my nails. My natural nails were quite lengthy, so there was no need for acrylic. Gina gave me a mini manicure a few days ago and coated them maroon, the ring finger was coated silver.

Her shoulders rose and fell before she added, “You’re right on time.” “Great.” I grinned and finger combed my hair a few times before calling it good and slapping my hat on. “You want to get back to the library and plan those bookshelves then? I did a little research this weekend and got a few more cool ideas, mostly dealing with molding and designs.” It struck me how painfully inept I was to make shelves in a place like this that hosted what had to be a multimillion-dollar pool house rock cave. But if Henry, and more importantly Isobel, didn’t seem to mind, then I wasn’t going to mind either.

“Can I open it now?” “Of course.” She rips off the paper as her friends crowd around, and they all squeal. It’s a nail stamper kit with kid-safe polish, over a hundred icons, and five design pods. “I thought you could all give yourself mani-pedis at your sleepover tonight,” I tell them. “I love it! Thank you so much!” She comes up and hugs me again and then runs off with her friends to investigate the different icons. Huxley gives me a wry look.

I replied, my voice a little distant as my eyes remained fixed on the open report in front of me. "I'm at RSVP grabbing a drink, do you mind joining me?" she asked, her tone playful with just the right hint of persuasion. "Alright, give me thirty minutes,” I said, excitement rushing through me at the thought of finally stepping out of the house. I was meant to have an appointment with my nail tech today, but she’d called earlier to reschedule. Once I wrapped up the report, there was nothing else left to occupy me. *** Scrolling through my phone while sipping my iced Chapman, I turned to Nyla with a furrowed brow. “Okay, help me out—almond burgundy or oval nude? I can’t decide,” I said, holdi

Inside are so many bottles of nail varnish that I’ve never seen that many outside of a salon before. “How about a neutral or a light blue?” she asks, holding up two bottles. “Let’s go with neutral. Maybe a light pink?” I say, looking at the options in front of me. “Sounds good.” We spend the next couple of hours each having a manicure and pedicure, as well as applying face masks.

The floor is scattered with nail polish bottles, ranging from bright neon greens to pastel blues, and currently, there is one particularly indecisive little girl kneeling across from me, her tiny nose scrunched up in deep contemplation at the different nail polish bottles. "Not this one," Cupcake announces, holding up a bottle of ruby-red polish before promptly setting it aside in rejection. "Too basic." I raise a brow. "Too Basic?" She nods so expertly. "Red is too... I don’t know. Grown-up lady. Brie wears red sometimes, and it makes her look all mysterious and cool, but I don’t want to look mysterious and cool. I want to look sparkly." I snort. "So, what? We’re ruling out all reds?"