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will be closer to the real him when you see him again. One on one is a lot different than in the public eye.”
    “True. I—”
    “Cassandra and Emily?” a spa employee calls out.
    “Yes?” my mother says.
    “This way, please.”
    We follow her into the changing room of sorts in the spa. The room offers soft lightening and the cream colored large room has hidden changing areas, showers and restrooms, and lockers around the perimeter of the area.
    “Please remove all your clothing and jewelry and dress in the robe provided. You can place all of your belongings in the lockers behind you. There is a safety pin on the key to fasten the key to the inside of the robe pocket.” She lists out what we need to do while setting out everything we need.
    “I’ll leave you two to get undressed and prepare your massage tables.”
    “Thank you,” I say as I smile. I so need this massage.
    We go behind the curtain and change into our robes, and put our belongings in the lockers. The anticipation of her returning has me feeling giddy because it’s been a while since I’ve had a full body massage, without expecting to exchange it for sex.
    “I scheduled facials too,” my mom says.
    I giggle, as I was just thinking about sex when she says facials. “Sounds good,” is all I can get out.
    A few moments later, the spa employee returns and leads us into a room with two tables. Candles are sitting on the shelves around the room to light the area, and the sounds of relaxing water music plays softly around us.
    “Natalie and Ragan will be your masseuses today and will be with you in a few moments. Please let them know if there are certain areas you want them to focus on today. I’ll leave you to get comfortable on your table. Enjoy your massage, ladies,” she says politely with a smile and walks out the door.
    “I hope I don’t snore,” my mom says while she’s finagling with the sheets and her robe.
    “I’m sure you wouldn’t be the first person. Do you need any help over there?”
    She is yanking and pulling on the sheet, and I think she might fall off the bed she is pulling so hard.
    “Finally! Nope, got it,” she says breathlessly. I was able to get my sheet up and my robe off without any trouble.
    There’s a quiet knock at the door as I’m about to say something, and in walk two ladies in pink scrubs with the spa’s logo on the left side of their chests.
    “Hello, I’m Natalie and this is Ragan. We’re glad you’re here today. Are you ready?”
    “Yes,” we say at the same time with too much excitement.
    “Fantastic. Since I’ve worked with you before,” she points to mom, “I’ll work with you again. Emily, Ragan is amazing, and I’m sure you’ll be impressed.” I nod my head, because I don’t care as long as they know what they are doing.
    The ladies get in position and start with the massages. Ragan’s hands feel wondrous and I feel myself drifting to sleep. She grasps my glutes, and I jerk up in bed. What the hell was that.
    “Sorry, Ms. Emily. Did you hurt your buttocks area recently? It feels bruised.”
    “I fell yesterday. I guess I didn’t realize that it was tender because it doesn’t bother me while sitting.”
    “I’ll put some Arnica on it. Let me finish the other side, and I’ll place warm towels on you. While you’re resting, I’ll mix up the Arnica in coconut oil and apply it. I’ll send the rest home with you. It’s great for bruises and helps with swelling,” she says in a whisper, trying not to interrupt my mom’s massage.
    “Thank you,” I murmur, trying to re-relax face down on the table.
    My mind revisits yesterday and replays all the events that happened at the celebration, especially the moments with Patrick. There’s something about him, he’s very charming, but I can’t help to wonder if it’s a façade? I hope that it’s not, but I have a feeling I’m going to find out—I want to find out.
    Our time at the spa is over before I want it to be, but