Lily's POV
While Gabby searches my closet to find the perfect outfit to wear, I booked a ride. I let her dress me up and we finally headed to the spa. The spa smelled like eucalyptus and something faintly floral, the kind of scent that made my shoulders drop the second I stepped inside in relaxation. There was soft music playing from the speakers. I hadn’t realized how tightly wound I was until the receptionist smiled at me and spoke gently, as if raising her voice might startle me. Gabby, of course, did not get the memo.
“Oh my God, Lily,” she said, already grinning as she accepted her robe. “If I die here, promise you’ll scatter my ashes somewhere equally expensive.”
“You’re impossible.” I laughed at her comment.
“You love me,” she replied, sing-song, already tying her hair up. “Com
