Let me see!” Brooke ran over and took Bethany’s hand in hers. It was terrible. The polish, which looked like it had started out pink, was turning into a weird orangey yellow at the edges and peeling away from Bethany’s fingernails. Aly could see tears in Bethany’s eyes. “We were done about an hour ago,” she sniffed. “And then we all went home, and next thing I knew, I looked at my hands, and this had happened. And then I called Maxie and Joelle and found out their polish was doing the same thing. Valentina’s, too, but her mom’s trying to fix it at home.” Maxie held out her hands. Her blue nails were peeling and turning green. Joelle’s red nails were peeling and turning orange. Aly pulled Joelle’s hand closer and inspected the polish. “I think it’s old,” she said. “Like, really old. Maybe the stuff that makes the polish work like normal went bad.” “Can you fix it?” Joelle asked. “Please? We never should have gone to Princess Polish, right, guys? We’re sorry.”
