#lucywest

Aria set the bottles of nail polish down on the small living room table. She'd had to refresh her stock just a few days ago. After inviting Lucy over for a casual evening of drinks and pampering, she'd realized that the majority of polishes she had were older than her daughter. So, she'd gone on something of a shopping spree. She was pretty shore that the cashier at the beauty store had thought she was opening a home business, but that was fine. "I wasn't sure what color you'd want. So, I got as many as I could find," she explained. "If there's a blacklist for beauty supplies, I'm pretty sure I'm on it now."