Violet’s POV
I felt silly.
This whole set up felt silly. And indulgent and sophomoric.
I was the Alpha of an entire territory, trying to take down a kingdom without starting a civil war, about to become a mom, separated from my mate with only theories as to how to get us back together, and yet here I was with blue goo on my face in the middle of a nail painting train.
What was a nail painting train? Before tonight, I hadn’t known the answer to that either. It was Helene who explained the concept, and now I was painting her toenails while she painted Seraphine’s toenails who was painting Lily’s toenails who was painting my toenails.
More of a nail painting circle actually.
“So,” Lily looked up from my toes, “not to be totally awkward, but who knows what?”
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