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I never got the chance to learn how to drive. The nail salon was cute inside. Along the right and left walls were padded chairs with bowls beneath them while the back wall consisted of shelves with different colors of polish. The middle of the room had desks with chairs on each side for the nail tech and client. Victoria went up to the front desk and told the lady our names. After typing a few things into the tablet she held, she led us over to two padded chairs for us to sit in. The chairs were surprisingly comfortable and after a few taps on the remote, started to vibrate.

It’s finally a day before my graduation from the Royal Academy and I’ve finished all my exams so Nina decides to take me for a Spa day. “Oh it’s going to be so fun, trust me, by the time you come out, your skin will be glowing more!” I pretend to be excited about it and luckily for me, Andrea comes along so I don't get too bored. “Definitely red nails, they make her skin pop!” Andrea suggests to the nail technician for my nails. After my nails, we make a stop at the hair salon to get me a new wig since the chemo makes my hair fall out. “Hmm Luna, instead of blonde, let's go back to your natural color, brunette !”

Ryder gave an excuse about parking the car properly and left. As the three of us stepped into the salon, the bell above the door jingled, and the smell of nail polish hit me the moment we entered. There were some people also getting their nails done. Most of them were humans and a few wolves. “Welcome, what can we do for you today?" One of the attendants asked, wearing a warm welcoming smile. “We're going to get both pedicures and manicures.” Allie replied. "Right this way, someone will be with you shortly.” She said. She led us to the empty chairs that were beside one another.

HOME AT LAST Clara had a busy schedule this Tuesday and barely had time to stop. She had a snack at the snack bar of the salon and went back to work. The salon was really big and well known, and very busy. The employees would not give out their personal numbers, no matter how much some customers insisted on asking, or they would have no peace of mind. The waiting line was long, many had seen the ads that the franchised salon kept in all social networks, radio and TV. With three floors, the basement being only a gym and spa, Clara and her employees took turns to attend to clients and got tired just by walking around the gigantic space. Clara attended after lunch, a regular customer who came t