CHAPTER 13
I BLOCKED OLIVER from my mind for the rest of Thursday. I bet he didn’t give me a second thought after he saw me in Java, and he didn’t deserve any of my headspace either.
Instead, Imogen and I spent the evening pampering ourselves, and it turned out she had enough beauty products to open her own spa hidden away in the bathroom cupboard.
“How do you even pick what colour to do your nails?” I asked, surveying the array of polish.
“I work on a rotation system.” She picked up a bottle of hot pink. “Today, it’s Wild Strawberry with black accents. Want me to do yours?”
At least then the decision would be out of my hands. “Would you mind?”
“Heck, no. I’ll do them first—that way I won’t smudge mine.”
She pulled out several bottles—pink, peach, yellow, and blue—and set to work. A
