*Jasmin's POV*
I was sitting on Lynn's bed. Her room was rather pink. Her walls were too, as well the sheets on her bed and the carpet on the ground. It looked like a completely Barbie house. "Shall I braid your hair?" I asked her. "I want to paint your nails first!" she smiled wide teethed.
She got off her bed and walked to one of her drawers. She was glancing at, I guessed, fifty bottles of nail polish. "Wow, you have a large collection there," I smiled.
"What can I say?" she said sheepishly. "What color would you like on your hands?" she questioned, eyeing her collection. I looked around the room. "Pink." I smiled.
Her eyes grew wide. "Which shade?" she snickered, as she pointed towards several shades of pink. "Whatever you think is the prettiest," I told her.
I normally wasn't the type to wear nail polish at all, but it kind of seemed like a good way to bond with my new sister in-law.
