MAIA SOLIS
My time with Ms. Sophia was multitasking. The woman took me to a beauty salon, which we only left after four hours. I was ridiculously hungry. A subtle cut was done to my hair and it left it shining like I was in a shampoo commercial. My delicately manicured nails set me apart from the girl riding her bike. But what was horrible was the waxing session. I don't know why I did this, but Ms. Sophia is a unique negotiator.
In the end, the result was spectacular, but the path to feeling like a goddess was cruel. The fastest lunch in the world took me directly to a*****e I had never been to before. In fact, I haven't even set foot in that mall. In Los Angeles, we hav,e those common shopping malls where the average salaried person can spend their hard-earned money. We have the Westf
