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Luca woke the next morning and got ready for work, and heading off to it. Going to half a dozen meetings and paperwork in his office. As promised, Aria picked up Laurel at her house at 12:30 sharp, in a limo. Aria came right up to the door and knocked. |
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When Aria arrived, Laurel was already dressed and ready to go. She'd dressed comfortably but nice and presentable. She answered the door and greeted Aria with a bright smile. "Hey! Good to see you again," she said politely as she grabbed her personal effects before getting ready to go with Aria. "Is that.. a limo?" She more so stated than asked in astonishment as she peered behind Aria. |
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"Yes, its a limo. When Mr. Catalano means pampering, he means pampering," Aria chuckled, leading her to the limo and getting in. When they arrived at the spa, it was empty. Tuesdays were always empty because Luca bought out the entire salon for his workers to have a nice day off. A woman bounced up to Laurel, just as Aria was greeted by her stylist and whisked away. "Hello! My name is Julie, I'm your stylist! What would you like to start with today? I have you booked for hair: trim and blowout, mani-pedi, waxing, a facial, and a massage." |
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Laurel was amazed regardless, barely grasping that this was a part of her life now. She'd have to remember to thank him well when she saw him again that evening. At the salon, Laurel was looking around, shocked yet not to find it empty. She smiled at the stylist who greeted her, considering her options for the most logical choice. "Nice to meet you! Let's start with the mani-pedi, please," she requested, genuinely excited to feel pampered for once. She hadn't had even her hair properly done in over a year. |
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"Alrighty! Right this way, ma'am," Julie said brightly, leading Laurel to a massage chair with a basin at the bottom for her feet. Julie had her sit and take of her shoes and socks before placing her feet in the basin and filling it with warm water and turning on the bubble settings. "Alright, and what are we thinking today for colors, shapes, length, and designs?" |
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Laurel thanked her, taking off her shoes and socks before putting her feet in the basin as instructed. It felt like heaven, her body relaxing as she started to answer Julie. "I don't want to do anything wild," she told her, deciding not to overwhelm herself with choices. "Maybe just a medium-short length with an rounded shape? As far as color goes just something neutral or like a soft pink.." she said, trying to be decisive and helpful. Laurel had always been a simple woman, and unless it was expressed by Luca that he wanted her a certain way, she wouldn't necessarily be changing that. |
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Julie nodded. "Okay, I like the soft pink for your skin tone, that'll compliment you nicely. Although, I'd go for a more almond-shaped nail on you because of how small your hands are. A rounded nail will look awkward and too big on your nail. What do you think about that?" |
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Laurel considered her words and nodded. "That's fine. I don't normally have this sort of thing done, so as long as it's nothing too wild and outlandish, I'll be happy to trust your opinion," she told her, agreeing to the almond shape. |
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Julie nodded and got to work. Once she was done with her nails, she put her hands under UV lights to dry before moving onto her feet. She gave her a massage before draining the basin and propping her feet up. "What color would you like for your toes? Same pink?" |
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Laurel felt so happy to be pampered, but at the same time it felt so wrong. It would take time for her not to feel dirty, but in the mean time she tried to ignore it and to not think about the reason she was even there. "Yes please, that would be perfect," she answered, giving her a small smile. She wondered what Luca was up to, and strangely enough, whether or not he'd like the choices she made for her little spa day. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
