Chapter Twenty-Two
L’abeille et La Fille
Time to unwind. She sailed down the hallway once again to collapse into the arms of the girls in the spa. She was a gangle of nerves. Her meeting at Valentino had been off the charts. They had signed her on the spot. A contract was FAXed. She would have Nigel look it over. Lu was confident he would come up with extra perks and suggestions.
Now she needed to relax. “Fix me.” She left it at that.
An hour later she was coming around. A restorative glass or two of bubbly and a deep tissue massage were returning her to normal. Today the girls were chatty. They found Lu fascinante. Fascinating. “You should go to Nice,” their suggestion. “People like you there. Lots of them. Men!” They showed her photos in a spa magazine. The stunning Cote d’Azur. It c
