I never imagined an ordinary day at my salon would leave me holding a secret that could shatter someone’s heart. But once I uncovered the lies behind one man’s charming smile, I knew I couldn’t look away.
“Oh, honey, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
I stared at the photo on my client’s phone, gripping the nail polish bottle so tightly my fingers hurt.
A ghost would’ve been easier to explain.
The smiling man was Danny.
And I knew his wife very well.
I stared at the photo.
“Sorry,” I said. “My hand slipped.”
My client laughed. “Don’t blame yourself, sweetheart. That face has the same effect on me. Gorgeous, isn’t he?”
I swallowed. “Very handsome.”
“Handsome and loaded! Girl, I hit the jackpot!”
“My hand slipped.”
I picked up my nail brush and continued working.
Because the woman who’d spent months crying in my salon chair deserved to know why her husband wouldn’t even kiss her goodnight.
And I wasn’t going to let Danny keep fooling her.
Her husband wouldn’t even kiss her.
But first, I needed my client to keep talking.
Fortunately, he didn’t need much encouragement.
***
I’ve been doing nails for almost five years, and trust me, people will tell their nail tech everything.
I’m Raven, 29, and becoming a nail technician wasn’t exactly my dream.
I needed my client to keep talking.
After marrying my husband, Marcus, I struggled to find steady work. I took a nail course, hoping to earn money until something better came along.
Turns out, I’m good at it.
I also enjoy hearing clients’ stories.
Well, most of them.
I’m good at it.
***
Last Friday, a new client in his mid-30s walked in wearing oversized sunglasses and a bright pink shirt. “Darling, please tell me you can save these hands!”
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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