Chapter 85 Beneath Pretty Things: Part One

• Each click of my heels against the marble feels like a countdown. The spa room stretches before me, all gleaming surfaces and soft lighting. My eyes flicker from the hot tub’s steam rising in lazy curls to the women sitting on the pedicure chairs.
• Just do what you always do. Speak only when spoken to.
• I try to prepare myself as I near them, feeling the tips of my fingers tingle at my nerves.