As she changed into her oversized shirt and settled onto her bed, clutching her stomach, Alise's thoughts began to wander.
Her decision to marry for financial security was clear, and she knew Auston had his own reasons for this union. It was a relationship built on self-interest, and she couldn't help but ponder whether they could truly find common ground beyond their motives.
Alise's fingers brushed against the melatonin bottle, bathed in the gentle, golden glow of her bedside lamp. Her hesitation, a fleeting interlude in the tranquility of the night, spoke of the burden she carried, a burden etched into the very contract of her marriage.
In a whispered tone, almost lost in the shadows, she confided her fears.
"I hope we don't both screw this up, or we could lose everything."
The room absorbed her words, hanging the weight of her apprehensions in the air like an unspoken promise.
As Alise drifted into slumber, her anxieties clung to her, a silent companion in the realm of dreams. The abrupt transition from restless sleep to the vibrant reality of the next morning was startling.
As her mother, along with a team of spa attendants and maids, bombarded into her room with an unmistakable sense of urgency, Alise found herself questioning the timing.
Through her slightly blurry vision, the first thing that caught her attention was the clock reading 11:34.
They came over swiftly ushering her from her unkempt bed into a bath suffused with the enchanting scent of roses. The warm water and surrounding bubbles cocooned her in a comforting embrace.
The spa attendants pampered her skin with meticulous care, leaving it aglow with radiance. After indulging in a fragrant bath, where she took her time to soak and lather herself.
After the bath they gently dried her before guiding her to recline on a cozy spa bed they had prepared. The experienced hands of the attendants started with a soothing full-body massage before they began the waxing process.
With each strip of wax and every swift pull, she couldn't stifle her yelps of pain, even as silent cries echoed within her mind. Doubts arose about the purpose of it all.
"This is all for nothing; it's not like I'm finna use it".
she mused, questioning the necessity while enduring the temporary discomfort.
Yet, amidst the painful moments, a glimmer of relief briefly shone in her thoughts. "Well, at least I won't have to worry about shaving," she thought, the prospect of a razor-free, bump-free existence offering a small comfort as they continued.
After Post-waxing, she felt a mix of sensations. The relief of not having to shave for a while was undeniable, but it was accompanied by the smoothness and a lingering soreness and sensitivity.
She now understood what many women felt after a waxing appointment and how it came with apprehension about getting future sessions.
She stood up carefully, the sensation of the cool air against her fresh and hairless private part giving her a sense of renewed comfort.
As they assisted her to the chair for her facial care, she eased into the seat, feeling relaxed as they prepared to commence with the products.
The attendants began to work on her face, their gentle hands applying the products with care. The scents and textures of the skincare items enveloped her creating a soothing contrast to the earlier waxing.
As time ticked by, she felt the initial unease slowly fading, replaced by a profound sense of rejuvenation. It was a moment of self-care that made her think, "Ugh, this feels so relaxing, bro."
The attendants, who were keen on every detail, introduced a bowl of warm, aromatic steam to her face.
The rising mist enveloped her, opening her pores and setting the stage for the soothing and revitalizing facial treatment that followed.
After the steam, the attendants meticulously applied various masks and serums, each product designed to make her face smooth and glowy.
With her facial treatment complete, the attendants transitioned seamlessly to applying her makeup, paying meticulous attention to each detail.
They carefully chose shades and products that harmonized perfectly with her features, elevating her natural beauty.
Commencing with the foundation, they expertly evened out her skin tone and concealed imperfections, creating a flawless complexion that radiated with smoothness.
The gentle application of rosy blush added a subtle, healthy flush to her cheeks, imparting a youthful glow.
Turning to her eyes, they artfully utilized a combination of neutral eyeshadows to enhance her eyelids, with a soft, shimmering shade gracefully highlighting the inner corners, creating a luminous effect.
Their precision was evident as they added a thin line of black eyeliner, extending it gracefully beyond her lash line, masterfully defining her eyes.
Subsequently, they applied mascara with expertise, enhancing her lashes to achieve a long and luscious appearance.
For her lips, they selected a delicate, pinkish-nude shade, in perfect harmony with her overall look, adding a touch of softness and elegance without overshadowing the rest of the makeup.
As they prepared to finish, they went to retrieve a mirror, and it was then that she felt a sense of relief, as if her face and neck had been in the same position for hours. She cracked her neck and stretched, letting out a contented yawn.
Upon receiving the mirror, her delight was unmistakable. She was so thrilled with the results that she couldn't help but want to stick her tongue out and playfully declare how good she looked.
As she reveled in her appearance, the attendants turned their attention to her hair, inquiring about how she wanted it styled.
Her thoughts raced as she described her desired look to the hairstylist. In her mind's eye, she pictured her tousled curls elegantly gathered into a stylish bun, a satisfied smile gracing her lips.
Impatience welled up in her, evident in the tapping of her fingers on the armrest during the waiting.
The slow process of twisting and pinning the bun ignited restlessness, and as the stylist slicked back the sides, she envisioned her transformation into a more polished and confident version of herself.
Amidst her impatience and anticipation, she couldn't help but think, "I wish I could detach my head from my body and leave it aside so I could multitask."
She sat there As time ticked on..