The air inside the exclusive spa was thick with the scent of eucalyptus and lavender. The sound of soft, classical music drifted through the marble-tiled room, blending seamlessly with the hushed voices of attendants moving around with precision.
Catherine reclined gracefully on a plush massage table, her silk robe slightly undone as deft hands kneaded at the tension in her shoulders. Beside her, Anne Carvil lay beneath a cooling facial mask, her perfectly manicured fingers resting against the armrest.
"This is divine," Anne sighed, stretching slightly as a masseuse worked on her legs. "It's been too long since I had a proper spa day."
Catherine hummed, her eyes were closed but her mind far from relaxed. "Yes, well, I imagine you've been busy." Her voice was casual, but the sharp edge beneath it did not go unnoticed.
Anne peeled one eye open. "What's that supposed to mean?"
