One of the stylists said, “Ma'am, you can actually dress yourself. We know you can.”
“Goodbye then,” Celia replied, heading towards her room to get dressed.
“Wouldn’t it be better if you let us style you?” the lady said, raising a small box in her hands. “We already have your outfit prepared.”
Celia sighed heavily. “Next time, maybe. But for today, I’ll do it myself.”
“Ma'am…” the stylist persisted, but the other one interrupted. “Remember, Mr. Mercer asked us to do whatever she says. Let’s go.”
They both turned to leave, and Celia walked into her room. She immediately went to shower, taking her time. She stepped out of the shower, the steam clinging to her skin as she towel-dried her body. The air in the room was warm, and the soft scent of her body wash lingered, making her feel ref
