"He told me once," Sarah said, "that they're now competing over whose business cards are made of better material and who has their own exclusively designed font. It's crazy, right?"
Just then, the two young girls attending to them came over and started their relaxing essential oil massage.
The two girls looked extremely young. They were also wearing the same kind of light-colored, vintage-style long dresses that completely covered them.
After finishing a round of sound therapy, Anya sat up for a drink of water and noticed one of the young girls tidying up towels.
"How old are you?" Anya couldn't help but ask in English.
"I'm thirteen," the girl replied, her hands pausing for a moment.
Noticing the pimples on her face, Anya suddenly asked, "Don't you go to school? You're thirteen."
"I study at Alta Academy," the girl replied, her hands never stopping. "I'm mostly learning how to be a good wife, studying the teachings of the Lord, and the work a woman ought to do."
