_Author’s POV_
When the manager ran upstairs, sounding out of breath, Thessaly asked, “I thought you said Pat’s busy.”
“She is,” the manager placed both hands on her knees. It was tiring work, running up those stairs in her high heels. She straightened up and tilted her head in Zarelle’s direction.
The unspoken message in that gesture was loud and clear—Pat was with customers; of course she was busy. Why couldn’t Thessaly see that for herself?
“But I’m a VIP client here,” Thessaly insisted. “I booked Pat’s service first.”
Celina rolled her eyes when Thessaly wasn’t looking. She’d tried to pull the same stunt last time at Remède, but it turned out that Zarelle was a VIP customer there, too. Celina and her mother suffered the double humiliation of being blacklisted by the sp
