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ond cream and fresh polish filled the air, while the warm light caressed every perfectly clean corner, ev

cate white lines forming miniature butterflies. The style was trending on TikTok, and

a fashion influencer with daily stories and rotating boyfriends. "Nobod

soft, professional. But inside, the compliment made her float a l

e door e

go out with

ry customer and employee turned in unison. Aitana

re rage. Tall, with perfectly straight hair, a model's face... b

as if invoking a curse. "Y

ged to say, her voice lowe

like a hurricane on wheels. Did you think I wouldn't notice?! H

other. His, with his classic black watch. Hers-his!-with the design he

internal

I asked her not to. I told her no.

r voice shaking. Her eyes filled with tears, but they didn't make her any less fie

l. Even the hairdrye

"I swear," Aitana said, her voice now a

ying, making no attempt to hide it. "All chicks like you act

the receptionists

ned over Aitana's desk, barely a c

I hope he breaks your heart and leaves you crying like an idiot in

swallow

al mon

his is a nightmare. How did I get into this?

d instantly, walking qu

ceptable. You need

ould leave! Her! That traitor! Steal more of her

of fuchsia nail polish and threw it to the floor. The gl

RITY!" the ma

d in and escorted the woman out, still sho

le

heart hammered against her ribs. She wanted to scream, disapp

with this client. This can't happen again. It's a

unable to speak. H

ne hand inside the UV lamp,

t was...

nt straight to the bathroom. She close

st into

ed tears. It was ugly tears, sh

mono

st wanted to paint nails. I just wanted to create b

en heart and a tarnished r

irror, her cheeks s

't happen again

ew that was a broken promis