“Plum has never been my favorite, but girl, that color is so you.” Celeste admires her handiwork on my nails. I’ve never been one for manicures, but I can’t deny it—my nails look amazing.
“It is a pretty color,” I admit.
Ariah leans past me and Celeste, snatching up a light teal. “Celeste, you have an entire drugstore’s worth of nail polish in this bag. I didn’t even know half of these existed.”
“A girl can never have enough beauty products,” Celeste says with a wink. She lets go of my hand, then picks up the plum-colored nail polish bottle, tossing it into my lap. “Here, you should keep it. It’s made for you.”
I pick it up, examining the shimmering contents of the bottle. “You honestly don’t have to—”
She clicks her tongue. “Honey, I’ve had that color in my bag for months. I’ve never
