The next afternoon. Luxury spa.
The private room Calista had booked was absolutely incredible. Soft instrumental music playing from hidden speakers. Dim golden lighting that made everything look like a dream. The smell of lavender and eucalyptus essential oils floating through the air.
Massages that made Soorin's muscles feel like they were melting straight into butter. Facials with products that smelled like actual heaven condensed into cream. The complete works.
Soorin felt her body finally starting to unclench after two solid weeks of being wound tighter than a spring.
"This was a really good idea," she admitted, face down on the massage table with her voice muffled.
"I know. I'm very smart." Her mother sounded extremely smug about it. "It's why your father married me."
"I thought he married you because you're beautiful, took his innocence, and he fell hopelessly in love."
