Contoh Nail Art Marble Novels & Stories

By the time we got to the spa, I was already feeling better than I did this morning. The next two hours passed in a blur of pampering and laughter that I desperately needed. Marco insisted on getting a manicure too, declaring that "toxic masculinity was cancelled" when the nail technician suggested he wait outside. Watching my serious friend debate between "Midnight Rose" and "Sunset Coral" polish was possibly the best thing I'd seen in weeks. Christabel was chattering non-stop to her manicurist about school and friends and the butterfly collection she had started. She changed her mind about her nail color four times, and the patient technician just smiled and started over each time without

My tech asked. “What kind of design?” I asked, obviously intrigued. “Well, I can maybe do like a moon and some stars in gold?” She offered and I nodded joyfully, content to watch her paint all night. After about 30 more minutes of work, we were all three sporting new fingernails and toe nails, each of us looking equally impressed with each other’s choices. Emma had asked for sparkles over her pink colored finger nail polish, and she looked like a princess. Cleo stuck with plain colored nails, but they looked sleek and extra shiny.

The morning sun over Monte Carlo was bright and hot. It shone right through the big glass windows of the elite Star Salon. Victoria sat back in a soft leather massage chair. Her feet were soaking in warm water with pretty flowers. A nail worker was carefully filing her nails into sharp squares, painting them a beautiful black and wine ombre color. Right next to her, Kany was looking at her phone with one hand while another worker painted her nails a deep, dark blue to match her gala dress.

Nice to know all the guys from here are jackasses. I took a deep breath, straightened up my coat and walked straight through the large revolving doors. I was greeted by an opulent and luxurious lobby, with Marquina Marble flooring that contrasted the vibrant lime, orange and dark fuchsia accent chairs and couches with large abstract art hanging on its walls and white orchids in vases on top of high gloss silver and brass cement side tables.

And then, Lila slapped herself, and grinned and laughed. Breathe in one two three four five Breathe out one two three four five The floor was all tiled, with a strange pattern that looked as if the designer had been aiming to emulate the look of marble, but had arrived slightly too short of it. It looked as if the smooth sheen of polished sandstone had been splattered with mud and then some other grime, before the muck had been smeared around a bit, the designer then calling it a day with no one, in the entire line of production, willing to call him out on his poor skills.

All right, there are six girls now. "By the way, why are you suddenly asking something about girls with nail art?" Via came closer to me and looked at me closely. I didn't want to complicate things by telling them about the psychopath terrorizing me, so it was better to keep it a secret from them. "Um, I've recently gotten interested in nail art; I might need their opinion on that," I lied. "I know a place where you can make nail art, which is quite beautiful. I've seen advertisements about this place on social media. You can come there to do your nails and make nail art," Clarisa said enthusiastically.

TESSA'S POINT OF VIEW The lace swatches spread across the table shimmered under the chandelier light, a thousand options but none quite worthy of me. I tapped my manicured nails against the marble surface, a low sigh escaping my lips. “Honestly, Riele, does no one understand elegance anymore? I said ivory with pearl undertones, not this dull… cream.”

NADINE I had never seen Sara look so serious as she carefully wielded a pink cuticle stick to push back the cuticles of my left fingers. But that had not stopped her from not talking about some popular salon we should have gone to instead of the other one we had gone to the other day. She took a lilac nail polish out of her large set of different colours and sizes of nail polish and rubbed it between her palms rapidly. "What's that for?" I questioned, amused by the show.

I was actually having a decent morning, which in my life lately, was basically a miracle. The sun was out, my iced matcha was hitting just right, and I was on my way to get my nails done. I had a vision for this set—deep, "rich girl" red with a almond shape.

The discussion room online, too, was bombarded with comments and questions. [Simon Gray is too handsome!] [Why would someone so handsome cheat? Why?!] The world was reeling with questions and astonishment, as well as hating on Charmine for doing such a despicable act. Meanwhile, the mastermind sat languidly on her sofa as she painted her nails bright red. It was a unique warmth-sensory nail paint. Once applied, it would turn the nails bright red, and the tip of the nails would turn dark cow-blood red.