Eleanor enters the bedroom.
The contrast between her and the venomous women in her room is staggering. She looks stunning, soft. Her skin flushed a delicate, healthy pink from the heat of the massage.
"I feel so free and better," She praises with a smile. Her voice carrying a genuine note of happiness that makes something tight in my chest loosen just a fraction.
She is beaming. Her eyes bright and clear.
"Our pleasure," Fera replies smoothly, her professional mask slipping right back into place without a hint of guilt.
"You look pretty" The second masseuse say, Fera looks aside, hiding an eyeroll
then her phone buzzes on the center table
She takes it up, reads the screen, and the effect is instantaneous. The smug, elitist arrogance vanishes from her expression.
Her face loses its
