“I’m sorry, but I don’t have nail polish in a shade of emerald green,” the manicurist doing my mani-pedi told Amy. “But I’m sure I have another color suitable for Miss Wilson that will compliment her gown.”
“That’s okay,” I told her. “Miss Gray was joking.”
“I thought you might want your nails to match your dress like mine,” Amy teased.
“Yeah, but your dress is pink,” I reminded her. “I’d rather have pearl white nails than any shade of green.”
Amy giggled again. She was feeling a little silly after getting massages and facials the day before the prom.
I wished I could match Amy’s enthusiasm for the prom, but she had Justin, while the guy I wanted to be my escort had disappeared from my life.
Victor hadn’t called or come by my office or the mansion in weeks. After running into Lana an
