Maisie
After a fun morning of trying on dresses and catching up, Blair and I settle onto her plush sofa, surrounded by luxurious throw pillows. The atmosphere is cozy and filled with laughter, a welcome reprieve from the usual tension at home.
As we chat about this and that, Blair suddenly sits up, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Maisie, let's go get waxed. I can't even see my legs anymore with this pregnancy bump, let alone shave them!"
I hesitate, remembering Arlo's strict rules about staying put. "I'm not sure, Blair. Arlo said I shouldn't go out..."
Blair waves off my concerns with a flourish. "Oh, come on! It'll be a quick trip. We'll take my security team. Plus, a bit of pampering will do us both good. And you can't let me face the waxing alone, can you?"
Her playful pout does
