IGNAZIO
The air inside the spa was heavy with the scent of products and money.
Gold fixtures gleamed against marble walls, and everywhere I turned there were women draped across lounge chairs in silk robes, sipping champagne like it was water.
Their laughter tinkled through the air, often shallow and rehearsed, as attendants glided past with trays of fruit and steaming towels.
I moved through it all, irritated.
And when I finally saw the person I came all this way for, the emotion multiplied on itself.
She wasn’t lounging like the others around her and the entire scene, but hunched over her phone, her fingers typing rapidly with a frown pinching her glossy face.
And thats when I felt the jolt of triumph ripple through me.
There she was.
Not relaxed.
Not basking in the com
