There was a time when Mira believed that beauty came in small, glittering bottles. It didn’t matter what was inside them. What mattered was the promise on the outside—the glossy photos of perfect hands, the names like “Midnight Desire,” “Crystal Rouge,” and “Diamond Shine.” She had grown up thinking nail polish was harmless. Just color. Just fun. Just a way to feel a little more put together in a world that always seemed to demand perfection. That belief stayed with her for years. Until the bottles started telling a different story. It starts with something harmless Mira first noticed it...
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