Chapter 29Carlotta reclined in the beautician's chair, stretched out her long legs and admired her newly painted toenails. Then she held her left hand out in front of her, extended her slender fingers and smiled at her matching red fingernails.
“Good job, Nancy,” she said to the nail technician. “The colour's perfect. It's an exact match for the dress and sandals I'll be wearing tomorrow at the picnic.
“Can I look at the dress and sandals again Mrs. Donatelli?” the girl asked.
“Sure, help yourself.”
The girl lifted the scarlet coloured dress from its bag and laid it across the empty chair which stood beside Carlotta's then she took the matching, strappy sandals from their box and placed them beside it.
“Wow, you're going to knock them dead in that outfit. The colour is sensational aga
