Nails Aesthetic Novels & Stories

Instead, I’ve become a project—one that requires a concerted effort from an interdisciplinary crew to look weddable. A manicurist coaxes my nails into pink ovals. A facialist smacks my cheeks with relish. A hairdresser magically hides my pointed ears under a web of dark blond braids, and a makeup expert paints a different face on top of mine, something interesting and sophisticated and zygomatic. “This is art,” I tell him, studying the contouring on the mirror. “You should be a Guggenheim fellow.” “I know. And I’m not done,” he reprimands, before dipping his thumb in a pot of dark green stain and swiping it over the insides of my wrists. The base of my throat on both sides. My nape.

Normally you cannot see my brows, but now they define my face. “Ok ladies, if you would like to get dressed or put on a robe we will get started on your nails. We will just got set up while you get ready” With that the ladies all turned around and started to set up the nail booths. “I think I might be in love with Chad” Sighed Megan “I agree, that was amazing” “Back of bitches he is mine” I laughed as I walked over and sat down opposite my beautician “Ok what colour are you thinking love?”

“You need to look your best today.” “Right now?” “Yes, right now. We don't have all day and the nails have to dry before you can take your bath. We also need to fix your lashes and your hair.” Jenna had gone for a two year beauty training and from what I've seen, she's good. I trust her to do a good job of transforming me into a queen today, with Crystal's help, of course. It took about two hours to have my nails done. But doing my lashes took less time.

My slightly stretched out hair falls in bouncy curls, framing my face in a way that brings out my cheekbones and makes my eyes seem to sparkle. "Oh, Diana," Claudia breathes, her eyes wide. "You look absolutely gorgeous!" I feel a blush creep up my cheeks at the compliment, still not entirely used to such open admiration. "Thank you," I murmur, unable to take my eyes off my transformed reflection. Our next stop is a nail salon, where Claudia insists we get "the works" - manicures, pedicures, and even some intricate nail art. I watch in fascination as the technician paints delicate flowers on my nails, marveling at the skill and precision involved.

Nina grinned mischievously, but then granted me the favor of changing the subject. “I’ve been coming here once a week lately, usually with a few other girls from work. These ladies are the best of the best. I mean, come on. This is true artistry.” She held her freshly polished fingers out in front of her, admiring the glossy hot pink polish that exactly matched her current hair color. A piece of heart-shaped gold foil was pressed carefully into the center of each nail. The two manicurists, still not looking up from their work, both smiled shyly.

“I caught a young girl in the midst of what appeared to be breaking into a house through the window. It turns out she lived there and forgot her key.” “Hm,” Caleb mused, cocking his head to the side. His eyes flicked to my platinum hair first, then my long nails, which were still wrapped around Neil’s bicep. “Those are interesting.” He nodded his head toward my nails with a smirk. “I haven’t seen that style around here before.” Beside me, I felt Neil stiffen. I quickly placed my hand behind my back, feigning shyness. “She got dressed up for the banquet,” Neil said smoothly. “Apparently long nails are starting to come into fashion.”

There was a thread of curiosity woven through his meticulous planning, a subtle awareness that the person stepping out of the spa could change everything about their arrangement, if only for a moment. Inside the spa, Elena was seated on a plush velvet chair, hands resting in her lap. The stylist brushed the last strand of hair into place, a soft cascade of dark brown that caught the soft light of the room. Her nails, freshly manicured, glimmered in a delicate shade of rose gold, perfectly complementing the subtle elegance of her outfit. The makeup artist had worked with precision, enhancing her features without obscuring the natural strength that defined her face.

“Beauty as natural as yours deserves all the praise.” She kisses me and we head out. Tonight its our full group, Leo, Angelica, Andrew, Trace, Casey, Carrie and me. I was trying to tell Carrie about my day but she started in on hers. “I mean really, how hard is it to do nail art? The lady had to clean it and start over three times. So a two-hour appointment became a six hour appointment. Honestly they aren’t even perfect, but I was not sitting in that chair another two hours,” she sighs deeply. “I sound like such a brat.”

Then the first strip came off, I screamed. Monica cackled. “Oh, this is fantastic.” Cherry handed me a stress ball. “Focus on Greece. Focus on Greece.” By the time it was over, I felt like a polished seal. Smooth, traumatized, and slightly proud. We moved to the nail section, and I sank into the massage chair while the technician examined my hands. “No,” Monica said immediately. “No neutral beige. She needs Greece nails.” “What are Greece nails?” I asked. Cherry held up a palette. “Ocean blue. Maybe a touch of gold.”

The building buzzed with excited energy as the team transformed the downstairs hall into a runway fit for dreams. Nora watched in a trance as the models transformed into her creations. The hair and makeup artists worked their magic, enhancing each model's natural beauty and accentuating their individual features. Nora observed the subtle changes, the way a touch of mascara could open up a model's eyes, or how a sweep of eyeliner could accentuate their cheekbones. She marvelled at the artistry of it all, the way these skilled professionals could elevate a person's natural beauty to something truly extraordinary.