My nails were never glamorous. Short and trimmed, they were practical — fitting easily inside latex exam gloves. Well-suited for a busy life as a mom and physician. But when my wedding rolled around, I opted for the total bride experience: hair styling, manicure, pedicure, and makeup. I arrived at a local nail salon owned by a tiny, energetic woman named Kim. I don’t speak Vietnamese. She barely spoke English. Kim inspected my stubby nails and recommended tapered extensions for a more elegant look. Reclining in an oversized massage chair, a technician worked on my feet while Kim expertly trimmed and buffed my shaggy cuticles. When they finished, I slid…