Sharp Nails Palace Novelas e Histórias

SHARON’S POV If someone had told me a year ago that I’d one day be wandering through a grand palace with two babies crawling at my feet, choosing fabrics and vases like some sort of interior designer, I would have laughed. Or cried. Or both. Because none of this, none of the gold-trimmed walls, none of the echoing halls, none of the gentle lull of power beneath my skin was ever meant to be mine. Yet here I am, placing a hand-carved flower vase on a glass console table in the eastern corridor while Daemon and Daenerys giggle and chase each other across the polished marble floor.

—D Heat stained her cheeks again and she pressed the back of a hand to her skin to cool it. Gosh, he was always making her blush, wasn’t he? She pulled the lid off the box . . . and gasped at the shoes inside. Silver platform peep-toe pumps with a nearly eight -inch heel. They were studded with tiny crystals all over the shoe leather, and glittered like Cinderella’s glass slipper. She picked one up wonderingly. It was enormously tall. She’d be a giant. They were garish and impractical and sky-high.

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.

“How much are her nails?” “She’s also doing a pedicure. Total is £100,” the technician replied, rolling his eyes in disapproval. “Khalid, go now. You’re pissing people off,” Aisha hissed. He only smiled, that infuriatingly charming smile. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a thick wad of cash and slapped £105 on the table. Before Aisha could protest, he snatched the colour chart and pointed at ‘Angel Tears #212’.. a beautiful pearlescent shade with a delicate shimmer.

A shoe store was just across the way in the mall. "This will do." Layla swept her hair over her shoulder and marched into the shoe store like a commanding general. Shopping was serious to her, maybe a little too serious. They approached a display of sexy black heels. All of them had something interesting at the back part of the heels: bows, spikes, glitter, different- colored fabric like leopard print. She reached out and touched one finger to a pair that had small spikes jutting off the back. "Ouch!" She pulled her finger back after it got pricked by one of the sharp points.

Angelo tried to bargain. “Yes,” the calm maid said as she rummaged the shoe boxes. When she found what she was looking for, she presented it to their young master’s wife. “What do you think of this?” The sandal that; was presented was a 3-inch cold blue pointed-toe pump heels. When Angelo saw the pump heels, he mentally applauded the calm and kindhearted twin for her sense of style.

I groaned and sat up, the dyed blue endings of my hair flashing in my eyes. Light blue? Fuck, I must have been heavily drunk when I went to get this at the saloon. I wondered what the senior lecturers at the Academy would say when they saw me strutting in with this. They would probably sneer and murmur as always. My piercings gave them nightmares and I was proud of that fact. It gave me a rush. Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion.