Return of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 9: A Past Encounter

Naomi's shopping was done right before her massage appointment. She packed up all the goodies and stuffed them into the trunk of the car. Vienna and Naomi got into the car and drove to the salon.

It was a well known salon in the area, known for its excellent service and effectiveness. They were super busy all the time, so busy that some had to book an appointment a week in advance.

Juliette had an advantage in being who she was. Marvin's partner had some seriously amazing benefits, one of which was being prioritised by everyone. Although Juliette wasn't Marvin's first priority, her identity brought amazing details to her.

"Miss, we are here," the driver dropped them off at the salon and drove off to park the car. Naomi was dressed well and her entire body gave off the scent of money and elegance. It was hard to take my eyes off of her. She got the desired treatment from the staff when she entered.

They first asked politely if she had an appointment and after confirmation, she was told to wait for a few minutes as they prepared everything for her. Naomi loved the ambience.

Naomi and Vienna sat on the sofa and waited for their turn. As they waited, Naomi picked up a magazine and sipped the complimentary juice.

She was focused on the new season launches when someone else came to the salon in high heels. The heels were pointy and made a lot of noise that disrupted the overall aesthetic of the place. It was mildly annoying.

"Excuse me, can I book an appointment for Friday?" A cheerful voice rang loudly around the lobby.

The waiting area was close to the front desk and the woman wasn't trying to lower her voice at all. Anyone else would be a bit more annoyed at most, but as someone who recognised and despised the sound of that person, Naomi's heart trembled with fury.

She looked up with shocked eyes. Her ears may have deceived her, but their eyes couldn't. The woman trying to book an appointment at the front desk was none other than the one she had considered to be her best friend at some point. The one who destroyed her life and left her to die in the cold.

"Ella..." Naomi mumbled her name subconsciously. That name was on the tip of her tongue all day. Every little thing in her life, every good and bad day, every mood swing and every achievement was shared with that woman.

That exact same woman was standing right there, talking as if she had not betrayed her best friend and planned her murder.

Naomi's heart was burning with the roaring fire of revenge. She wanted Ella to drop dead and rot until there was nothing left of her existence. She wanted Ella to be forgotten and despised like she had been. But she couldn't do it.

Naomi looked down at the fingers that were wrapped around the crushed up magazine paper and the juice that had fallen onto the carpet. It did not make a single sound because the fabric was thick and soft. But the little drops of fallen juice brought her back to reality.

She was Juliette.

Not Naomi.

Naomi was dead. She was killed.

Juliette couldn't get her hands dirty by mixing in with this filth. She had to be patient towards her goal. Everything will get into place with time. Patience.

"Vienna," Naomi called softly in her sweet voice, "I accidentally dropped some juice on the carpet."

Vienna looked down at the carpet. It was a darker color, so the stain wasn't that obvious, but anyone with the keen eye would be able to see the dark spot on it. Vienna would have bowed in apology if she had done such a thing in an expensive place like this.

However, Juliette was not like them. She was calm and elegant and knew what to do to deal with these accidents -

"Excuse me," Naomi did not see a staff member nearby, so she walked over to the front desk. Ignoring Ella's presence, she stood in front of the desk as if there wasn't another customer trying to make an appointment.

The woman behind the desk was surprised to see her and thought she was in a hurry for her appointment.

"Ma'am, we are sorry for keeping you waiting. Your appointment is for 12:05. There is still time and we need a few more minutes -"

"That is not a problem at all," Naomi smiled like the charming twenty-year-old she was and explained the situation, "Actually, I accidentally spilled some juice on the carpet. I am sorry for that. You can add the compensation to my bill at the end of my session."

Naomi's sincerity dripped down her face in a flow that couldn't be resisted by others. She looked innocent and refreshed. People might think that a person with such a face would never have lied.

"It's completely alright, ma'am," the woman hurriedly declined the offer of compensation, "It was an accident, as you said. We will deal with it. You don't have to."

"Nonsense," Naomi said. This time she put on a slightly aggrieved face as if she did not like the idea of it, "It was my mistake so I should pay for it. Please add it to my bill."

Naomi's tone left no room for negotiation. If the woman refused again, it may look like she was bullying the customer! The woman wrote down the request in great detail and stuck it on her computer to remember that it had to be done. The woman followed up with a standard smile and asked if she needed another glass of juice while she waited.

By now, Ella's existence was either forgotten or ignored by the two. Intentionally or unintentionally was the real question. But it did not matter because Juliette was rich and the salon wanted to earn money. It did not matter where it came from as long as the flow was consistent.

"And yes, are you booked on Friday?" Naomi asked.

"Not for the whole day. We have a couple of slots available in the evening."

Naomi was pleased to hear that. She spontaneously made up something, "Oh, great! I'd like to book those hours please. I have a few friends who have been planning to visit."

"In who's name should the appointment be, ma'am?" The woman was happy to fill up the slots with Juliette's name.

Behind Naomi was a frowning Ella. She came here to get a couple of hours off from the daily work pressure. But this girl just jumped the line and booked all the slots for Friday!