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Two nail techs stood behind the counter, both smiling as we walked in. “Welcome!” one of them said brightly. “Do you have an appointment?” “Nope,” Mer answered. “Just two tired girls in need of a little pampering.” They giggled and led us to two side-by-side chairs by the window. I sank into the comfy cushion and sighed. It had been so long since I’d done anything like this. I was used to spit-up stains and late-night feedings, not lavender scrubs and warm soaks. “What would you like done?” the nail tech asked.

Mara POV After massages come facials, then pedicures—everyone now wearing plush white towels knotted just above the breasts. The other wives trade stories about their marriages like war veterans comparing scars. I sit in a pedicure chair, my feet submerged in warm, bubbling water that smells of lavender and mint. A technician kneels before me, her hands gentle as she lifts my right foot from the water, patting it dry with a heated towel before reaching for a bottle of coral pink polish. I watch the brush glide over my toenail in smooth, practiced strokes while around me, their voices rise and fall like waves.

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

Two other guards were stationed outside, watching from the street. The chemical scent of acetone was laced with floral notes of jasmine and rose. Everything was draped in creamy linens and warm wood. Fruit infused waters were given to us, and we were quickly ushered to a set of chairs. Fallon downed hers and grabbed one with juicy slices of kiwi floating around in it. The nail technician’s began with our feet, soaking them before scrubbing and clipping our nails. We’d been quiet for the first few minutes, soaking in the music as we watched the tech’s flit around us like a well-oiled machine.

She propped the open book on a middle shelf, at eye level. "So. Here it is. In clinical glory." Her finger traced the illustration. "Except, Daisy shaves. Completely." "She does?" The intimate knowledge was startling. "How do you know?" A faint, wistful smile. "I just know. Like I said, she's been... educational." She shook her head, refocusing. "Anyway. This shows it all closed up. Start at the bottom here," her fingertip touched the page, "and lick slowly upward. Don't press hard at first. You're just tracing the outer lips. Get to the top..." her finger moved up, "this area here, the clitoral hood. The clit is underneath.

LENA. I sat quietly in the leather chair while the nail technician carefully painted the last layer of polish onto my nails. The salon smelled faintly of acetone, perfume, and shampoo, the kind of scent associated with places like this. Soft music drifted through the room while women chatted lazily around me, completely unaware that my entire life was balancing on a knife’s edge. I stretched my fingers slightly and admired the pale nude colour drying on my nails. It was elegant and clean, perfect for public appearances.

Fudge. For the next five hours, I am primed and groomed from the root of my hair to the tips of my toes, my face felt squeaky clean and baby soft when the avocado paste was wiped off my skin and I sat on the medi pad to get my nails done. For a moment I was able to distract myself, imagining I was on a spa day and getting pampered after a tough week of classes. We do a short milky white for my nails, and the nail tech tells me I have really nice hands and asks if I ever thought of becoming a hand model.

The atmosphere in the boutique salon was serene, with soft music playing in the background and the gentle hum of conversation from other clients creating a soothing backdrop. My nails, meticulously shaped into perfect almond forms, were a true work of art. The length was just right, neither too long to hinder practical tasks nor too short to lack elegance. The base color, a soft and translucent nude, served as a sophisticated foundation that enhanced the intricate designs layered on top.

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.

With my new cellphone, alongside her presence, I had successfully eased off the boredom that was seething into my entirety. "You're really good with this, Sara" and I meant it. She knew all the practical procedures nail technicians perform and she was absolutely meticulous with it. "Oh that's an understatement" She beamed, "you're looking at the Eden CCity'sbest technician in the nail care industry. I mean, it's so exciting. What different colours on your nails can do to your moods is thrilling!" "Then I'm looking forward to what this would make me feel" "Watch me work my magic" She said in an undertone.