HAZEL
Nico Stiffens.
I hold eye contact..... Say Something.
He doesn’t.
So I start with a hot stone massage. A long, slow, glorious hour where the masseuse works every knot out of me until I melt into the bed. Then a deep cleansing facial. Then a full-body scrub with Himalayan salts. Then a steam room that feels like a cocoon, letting me breathe for the first time since… everything.
Every time I walk out of a room, Nico is still there, posted up by the door like a furious statue. He doesn’t complain. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t blink.
I talk to him anyway.
“You know, you used to be nice.”
Silence.
“You’re really committed to this, huh?”
Still nothing.
God, he really hates me.
Good. That makes two of us.
By the time the sunsets, I’m starving. I go to the presidential suite to t
