Becoming Bethany Chapter Four
I felt the little wooden stick apply one (hopefully) final layer of wax just above my right eyelid; I then felt Ahn apply a piece of cotton cloth to the wax. Before I had time to dig my new acrylic-tipped nails into my palms, she ripped away the cloth. I opened my eyes and wondered how I now looked. I then found myself wondering what I was thinking in getting this done in the first place. After all the long French tipped acrylic nails that had just been affixed to my own nails could...