Hannah
Viona and I stepped out of the nail salon, freshly manicured and ready to take on the world—or at the very least, a tedious dinner engagement with my soon-to-be ex-husband and his would-be mistress.
“That color looks perfect on you,” Viona said, admiring her glossy pink nails as we strolled down the street. “And they’re so… long.”
I hummed in agreement as I admired my own nails. I usually kept my nails clipped relatively short with nude or pink polish, but lately… that just didn’t feel like me anymore. This time, I had gone for deep crimson, almond-shaped acrylics. And I was glad I did.
As we passed by a shop window, something vibrant caught my eye, making me pause. It was a deep emerald green mini dress, not too short and not too long, with long sleeves and a square
