Viola seated herself in one of the reclining spa chairs, the therapist setting up essential oils, aromas, treatments, and ointments. She really hoped this would ease the stress - nothing better than spending someone else's money for a nice face massage and treatment. Of course, she would have much preferred a private room, but they were all booked up on such short notice, and apparently they were not easily bribed. She would certainly change that at some point.
Until then, she would have to deal with it. As her beauty therapist stepped away to fetch a personally requested face scrub, Viola glanced around, seeing other women and perhaps a couple men considering the different products on display. It was until she saw a somewhat familiar face that she had to lift a brow.
"Phoebe Dumont? Aren't you friends with my cousin, Hera?" She asked, pursing her lips. Clearly, she had not heard of the name change.
Until then, she would have to deal with it. As her beauty therapist stepped away to fetch a personally requested face scrub, Viola glanced around, seeing other women and perhaps a couple men considering the different products on display. It was until she saw a somewhat familiar face that she had to lift a brow.
"Phoebe Dumont? Aren't you friends with my cousin, Hera?" She asked, pursing her lips. Clearly, she had not heard of the name change.