Watching the smooth polish coat my fingertips, I smiled, widely.
‘Keep still,’ my sister Laura, 35, giggled, as I tried to get a better look at the intricate nail art she’d swirled all over my fingernails – they looked cute.
As a nail tech, Laura had to practice new designs constantly, and I loved offering my hands up, free of charge.
‘It’s like I’m your guinea pig!’ I would laugh.
As sisters, Laura and I had always been inseparable.