Every year on the week of my birthday, my parents treated me to a spa day because that's all I ever wanted. I love being pampered. This year, I was looking forward to it even more. After the whole affair thing happened to Ansel, he had been a depressed mess. None of us could talk to him without him bringing it up, and it was stressing me out. I needed a day to myself and not think about all the drama.
I arrived at the spa early. I was looking forward to a relaxing massage and breathe in some aromatic oil to relax my nerves. It was going to be great.
Until it wasn't.
"Your appointment has been canceled," the front desk lady with short hair said.
"What do you mean? I made the appointment months ago," I tried not to sound too annoyed.
"We received a call from you last night, asking us to
