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then."
    This is a prison without walls.
    Matt turned and walked over to the kitchen, then spoke to Mikhel in hushed tones. Rose's mouth dropped open in amazement.
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    I wish I had time to get my hair colored before I came here. More than three months of brown root growth doesn't exactly look good. Is that a gray hair?
    Towel drying her hair after an unsuccessful search for a hair dryer, Rose came to grips with the loss of her phone by consoling herself Matt's gesture symbolized his deep concern for her. Forgiving him required the realization that the old phone contained all the disappointing past trials and failures, and maybe its destruction was necessary for her to move forward. Matt didn't tactfully filter any of his opinions, and Rose constantly reminded herself that Matt wanted her here for some purpose beyond admonishment.
    I thought I wanted this. Am I being overly sensitive? Is he really being this nasty, or maybe I am simply amplifying everything? Maybe Matt is testing me, and I feel like I am failing all over the place.
    A soft knock on the door jamb snapped Rose out of her thoughts, and made her pull the resort-provided oversized bathrobe's belt tighter before turning around. A skinny young Filipino woman carrying a train case stood in the doorway. Looking beyond the mystery woman to the large open area revealed no one else around.
    "Oh, they're gone for a while," the woman said as she carried the train case past the king size bed and deposited on the desk in the corner. "Don't worry about them. I'm Malani. Matt asked me to look after you, and get you ready for dinner."
    "Matt sent you?" Rose immediately regretted repeating the same thing Malani told her; it was an annoying habit that seemed to resurface whenever she was nervous.
    Malani's cheerful intonation rang across the room. "Of course! Do you want your make up done? I'm not a professional cosmetologist or anything, but I watch a lot of YouTube videos, especially the British makeup artists. Love them!" Malani hurriedly motioned to the chair in front of the desk.
    Unable to remember the last time someone else applied her makeup, Matt's wish for her to feel pretty warmed her heart. After seating herself in the chair, she asked Malani if there was a hair dryer around. Malani offered to retrieve one from the resort's main lobby tomorrow.  
    "How do you know Matt?" Rose asked as Malani pressed a bottle of what Rose assumed as toner to a cotton pad. A light stinging sensation occurred wherever Malani dabbed the cotton pad on her face. Rose fanned her hands in an attempt to cool her face when Malani turned back to her train case.
    "Oh, I met him a few years ago when he first stayed here," Malani replied before shuffling around the train case to locate a moisturizer. Rose wondered if this pseudo-makeup artist was one of Matt's girls, and Malani didn't exactly set her mind at ease explaining she worked for the resort.
    Next up was the moisturizer applied with another cotton pad. "Played tennis with him whenever he needed a partner, or made sure his laundry was done," Malani continued. "That kind of stuff. Kinda like a concierge. Matt's a sweetheart, but we both know he's a little quirky. Now, let that sit for a bit while I figure out what to do with your hair."
    Commiserating knowledge lit Malani's eyes.
    Matt fucked her. The "M+M" is some homage to the tryst she constructed. Oh, it probably started a few years ago when she was barely eighteen, but he fucked her nonetheless.
    Jealous pangs bubbled up as Malani used a few clips to fasten Rose's hair in makeshift pin curls away from her face. Envious of Malani's ability to talk about reality television shows as if they were important current events, Rose focused on the makeup sponges and brushes dabbing on her neglected canvas of a face while staring at her own wedding ring that needed a good polishing.
    Malani leaned forward to reveal a braless cleavage. Rose hastily averted her eyes while imagining this petite