Today marked the long awaited engagement party, and at just 10 am in the morning, Georgia was already wrestling with a terrible headache. How could she not, when her day had begun abruptly when Anthony, accompanied by a battalion of stylists, rudely disrupted her sleep a little past 5 am.
It’s nothing short of inhumane she thought, as she found herself now in a warm, bubbly bath, dutifully being scrubbed by the beauticians in some kind of pungent smelling paste. She’d already been waxed, plucked and scrubbed like a chicken ready for the pot, and she wasn’t enjoying it in the least.
Especially by the less than pleasant approach of the beauticians who she’d later found out work in the spa resort alexia supposedly managed. And from the stoic and downright hostile behavior towards her, she c
