Right after I left the shoot, I texted my friend and drove to our meet up, stress relieving pot. The spa.
The spa was everything I loved—marble floors that gleamed under soft lighting, the sweet lavender and eucalyptus scent, and low instrumental music.
The moment I stepped inside, my shoulders loosened. This was my kind of space.
"Crystal!"
I turned just in time to catch Joan as she hurried toward me, flawless as ever in a silk wrap dress and oversized sunglasses. We hugged, exchanging quick pecks on each other's cheeks.
"God, you look amazing," she said, pulling back. "I swear, stress avoids you."
I smiled thinly. "It knows better."
We were led into the private treatment room, where plush robes waited and the scent of warm oils filled the room. As attendants moved quietly around us, Joan settled onto the lounge beside mine, eyes bright with curiosity.
