Unfortunately, the groomsman called “Steven” proves to be true to his word about not leaving me unattended this afternoon - a little too true to his word, actually.
The other girls were already at the spa when I arrived with Todd and Steven, and for the past hour I’ve been trying to find opportunities to get at least one of them alone, out of earshot of the groomsmen, to pass on Oliver’s message about the escape plan. But Steven is always lingering just a few feet away, watching impassively as a spa attendant massages warm aromatic essential oils into my skin or wraps me up in a full body mud mask.
Todd is there too, his cold blue eyes fixed on me at all times. I’m more grateful than anything for the paper-like disposable underwear that the spa attendants provided for me and the other gi
