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Beauty.” The Queen glided towards a long red carpet that ran down the hallway and gestured for us to follow. When I caught up with her, she stopped for a moment and placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re going to feel like a new woman when you walk out of here, Kelli. I promise.”
A hopeful smile stretched across my face. “I’m counting on it.”
Chapter 7
Facials, Friendships and Fairytales
“Youth is a disease from which we all recover.”
– Dorothy Fulheim
After changing into black and gold gowns, the three of us took residence on our respective tables in the group treatment room. Apparently Diora had asked a few weeks ago if I wanted a private room, but I’d suggested we have a group session, so we could chat and catch up. Or more likely, so Diora could chat and Elaine and I could lie there quietly. Although, I got the feeling Elaine could probably give Diora a run for her money.
As I was the birthday girl, I was being treated by The Queen herself, who I found out had the rather unroyal name of Barb and had apparently been doing my waxing for the last ten years.
Elaine’s therapist was Barb’s daughter, Jilly and Diora was to be given the Pregnant Princess treatment by Karina, a beautiful Asian woman with hair that appeared glued in place and who assured Elaine and I that we too would feel like Princesses after our YouthMagic facials. Hopefully, because the only princess I felt like was Princess Fiona from Shrek. The ogre version.
Elaine released a sigh as Jilly lathered cleanser onto her face and Barb did the same to mine. “That feels so good,” Elaine moaned.
“Our YouthMagic cleanser has a proprietary skin-relaxing ingredient, which opens up the pores for deep penetration of the cleansing nano-particles,” Jilly explained.
The creamy yet textured sloshing around my face sure felt great, but I hoped they would ensure my pores were closed on leaving the salon. Enlarged pores were unforgiving in certain light conditions, although they kept photographic airbrush artists in business.
Jilly continued her well-rehearsed script about the powers of Egyptian crushed micro-sand and then her tone lightened. “You know, one of my regular clients calls this the Better Than Sex facial.”
“Jilly!” Barb scolded and I held back a laugh for fear of drowning in microscopic Egyptian sand if I opened my mouth.
Elaine had no such fear. “Honey, I’d be happy with a facial even half as good. I’ve practically been living like a nun since my divorce three years ago,” she said. “Well, minus all the praying. Unless you count holy crap, bloody hell and dear God, why me?”
Okay, now I couldn’t hold back the laugh. It burst out of me, splatters of cleanser spraying across the room. And then I snorted, inhaling a clump of cleanser and having to sit up quickly to cough it out.
“Sorry, Barb, maybe we should have booked private rooms after all,” Diora said.
“Not to worry, love,” she replied, wiping cleanser from the table, opposite wall and my gown.
“Must not laugh during facial,” Karina intruded. “Skin must relax. Laughter not good.”
“Sorry,” Elaine and I mumbled in unison, and I sunk back into position, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl.
As Barb exfoliated the inner walls of my pores, I wondered who this woman—this apparent best friend of mine lying in the bed next to me—was. What happened to Selena? I mean, I know what happened to her, but who was Elaine? How did we become friends? She couldn’t have been a model. No offence, but she didn’t have the bone structure for it. And divorced too … the poor woman.
Elaine moaned some more and Jilly said, “See, my client was right, wasn’t she?”. Barb shushed her daughter again.
“I can’t remember the last time I felt this good,” Elaine slurred. “Actually, I think it was when my youngest finally began sleeping through the night. After three kids I knew I was done with babies and that blessed morning I woke after
A hopeful smile stretched across my face. “I’m counting on it.”
Chapter 7
Facials, Friendships and Fairytales
“Youth is a disease from which we all recover.”
– Dorothy Fulheim
After changing into black and gold gowns, the three of us took residence on our respective tables in the group treatment room. Apparently Diora had asked a few weeks ago if I wanted a private room, but I’d suggested we have a group session, so we could chat and catch up. Or more likely, so Diora could chat and Elaine and I could lie there quietly. Although, I got the feeling Elaine could probably give Diora a run for her money.
As I was the birthday girl, I was being treated by The Queen herself, who I found out had the rather unroyal name of Barb and had apparently been doing my waxing for the last ten years.
Elaine’s therapist was Barb’s daughter, Jilly and Diora was to be given the Pregnant Princess treatment by Karina, a beautiful Asian woman with hair that appeared glued in place and who assured Elaine and I that we too would feel like Princesses after our YouthMagic facials. Hopefully, because the only princess I felt like was Princess Fiona from Shrek. The ogre version.
Elaine released a sigh as Jilly lathered cleanser onto her face and Barb did the same to mine. “That feels so good,” Elaine moaned.
“Our YouthMagic cleanser has a proprietary skin-relaxing ingredient, which opens up the pores for deep penetration of the cleansing nano-particles,” Jilly explained.
The creamy yet textured sloshing around my face sure felt great, but I hoped they would ensure my pores were closed on leaving the salon. Enlarged pores were unforgiving in certain light conditions, although they kept photographic airbrush artists in business.
Jilly continued her well-rehearsed script about the powers of Egyptian crushed micro-sand and then her tone lightened. “You know, one of my regular clients calls this the Better Than Sex facial.”
“Jilly!” Barb scolded and I held back a laugh for fear of drowning in microscopic Egyptian sand if I opened my mouth.
Elaine had no such fear. “Honey, I’d be happy with a facial even half as good. I’ve practically been living like a nun since my divorce three years ago,” she said. “Well, minus all the praying. Unless you count holy crap, bloody hell and dear God, why me?”
Okay, now I couldn’t hold back the laugh. It burst out of me, splatters of cleanser spraying across the room. And then I snorted, inhaling a clump of cleanser and having to sit up quickly to cough it out.
“Sorry, Barb, maybe we should have booked private rooms after all,” Diora said.
“Not to worry, love,” she replied, wiping cleanser from the table, opposite wall and my gown.
“Must not laugh during facial,” Karina intruded. “Skin must relax. Laughter not good.”
“Sorry,” Elaine and I mumbled in unison, and I sunk back into position, feeling like a naughty schoolgirl.
As Barb exfoliated the inner walls of my pores, I wondered who this woman—this apparent best friend of mine lying in the bed next to me—was. What happened to Selena? I mean, I know what happened to her, but who was Elaine? How did we become friends? She couldn’t have been a model. No offence, but she didn’t have the bone structure for it. And divorced too … the poor woman.
Elaine moaned some more and Jilly said, “See, my client was right, wasn’t she?”. Barb shushed her daughter again.
“I can’t remember the last time I felt this good,” Elaine slurred. “Actually, I think it was when my youngest finally began sleeping through the night. After three kids I knew I was done with babies and that blessed morning I woke after
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