EPILOGUE
“JUST ONE LAST finishing touch.”
Bradley carried the vase of orchids past the waiting area and set it on the corner of the reception desk.
“There, it’s perfect.”
And it was. From the white-and-silver nail stations and the funky lighting to the quiet music and the private treatment room at the rear, Imogen’s new nail bar, Nailed It, was everything we’d imagined. Better still, the schedule was full for the next month. Imogen and Lisa, the new nail technician Dan had poached from somewhere, would be rushed off their feet. Not me, though. Oliver had insisted I have a very comfortable chair to go with my little desk in the back office, and with Il Tramonto right next door, I wouldn’t go hungry either.
In fact, the whole venture was a scheme cooked up by Giovanni and Oliver, assist
