The comments about me don't stop, the mocking looks don't stop either, but it's easy to ignore them because no one says anything directly to me or Violet.
They're all gossiping as we go into the dressing room to take off our clothes and put on bathrobes.
"Hey, Nu. I'm sorry," Charlie says when she comes back to us, with a pitiful face, "I didn't think they would be so nasty..."
"Don't worry, I'm used to dealing with bitches like this," I say, not caring if they can all hear me, "Come on, I'm excited."
Charlie nods and tries to carry on like it's nothing even though the whispers continue.
An older woman then approaches and begins to tell us the scheduled activities. Massages, facials, scrubs and some other fancy stuff that I don't understand, but is supposedly going to rejuvenate my f
