We meet after twenty years. While we wait for “Miss Corporate Hotshot”, Emily, we talk about husbands and kids. “How silly we were!” We laugh.
When Emily arrives, we gape at her slim body and sharp clothes.
Only I see her nails, painted pink.
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This is great.
And the hot shot was the only one who remembered to paint her nails pink? Lovely Hema 🙂
How we judge people who are more successful than us! Nice little story, Hema!
The pink nail polish is fun. Nice job.
Thanks for bringing back some precious memories of friendship.
Good take.