Lana sat in her small nails salon, bored and angry.

I mean, who wouldn't hate it?

She has been working at Dress To Impress, a popular runway agency, for the past five years. No one ever thanked her for her work, nor smiled at her, hell, never called her by the name!

The nickname 'Nails Lady' made her blood boil. She always wanted revenge on everyone, players included.

But then, there was you.

Lana always loved to hear you thank her for her work. Always loved to hear her name leave from your mouth, especially when you were smiling. Hearing your voice was like the salary she never got in that stupid agency.

The moment she didn't see you, Lana got even more bored. Seems like you didn't want to use nail polish for the round this time.

But, she wasn't one to judge; the place was smelling of acetone and nail polish 24/7. Lana also was getting tired of it.