She chewed on her cuticles as she watched the esthetician at the salon apply each coat of polish to Emily's nails, with the meticulousness of a Renoir wannabe.
I couldn't take it anymore. It was completely destroyed. Her sister was getting married tomorrow and she was so upset that she couldn't form a single coherent thought. She couldn't get Mark Robbins out of her mind and she had to talk to someone. Unfortunately, due to the somewhat strange nature of the affair and not wanting to sway Emily's good mood on the eve of the wedding, he hadn't wanted to trust her.
- You are strangely quiet - she said her sister, admiring the old pink nail polish she had chosen.
- Do you think? - Janet changed his fingers and continued biting his cuticles.
- Yes, is something wrong?
- No, nothing happe
