“Oh they look lovely.” Shelly’s head was on Rose’s shoulder as she eyeballed her friend’s nails. “Very natural.”
Rose held up her lightly painted, white-tipped fingers. “I like it.”
“French manicures are my favourite.” Julie was packing away her tools. “Do you want the same on your feet?”
“Why not?” Rose was feeling happy and relaxed and settled herself on the black swivel chair. Julie set to work on her feet, cleaning and buffing; her hands were firm and Rose managed to suppress the giggles.
“You have lovely eyes, madam.”
“Oh, thank you and please, call me Rose.”
“Better without your glasses,” called Shelly from across the room. “Please tell me you’ll wear contacts when we’re away.”
“Have you ever considered having an eyebrow wax?” Julie said as she wiped Rose’s feet. “It would
