The soft hum of blow dryers and the scent of nail polish were what dominated the air of the room. Marilyn was sitting in one of the wide, cream-coloured spa chairs, her manicured hands resting lazily in a bowl of warm water. The soft jazz playing in the background couldn't down out the sound of giggling voices coming from the other side of the room.
"Have you seen this?" One of the nail technicians gasped, holding up her phone.
Her voice was high and full of excitement. "Arthur just proposed to Sheila."
Another woman, a client sitting two seats away leaned forward. "Wait, what? Arthur?"
"Yes!" The technician nodded eagerly, turning her phone around so everyone could see the glowing image of Arthur on one knee, sliding a diamond ring on Sheila's hand.
Some of them ran up to her so
