TWENTY-FOUR
Gaia scrubbed her skin in the shower, but nothing she did seemed to make her feel fresh again. Plus, her feet hurt from being stuck in those awful boots all day. She needed a proper pedicure, or she wouldn't want to walk another step tomorrow.
She towelled herself dry and picked up the phone. "Get me the resort day spa," she instructed.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but the day spa isn't open right now," the flustered receptionist replied.
Gaia gritted her teeth. "Then when will they be open? I need the earliest possible appointment."
A nervous cough. "Not until June, ma'am."
"Nine? Fine. Book me in for their best pedicure and make sure it includes a thorough foot massage."
The girl tittered. "I said June, ma'am, not nine o'clock. As in, the day spa isn't open until peak season.
