Dhalia POV
With Keeley still not responding and the appointment time already here, I decide to follow him inside.
“Dhalia?” a guy at the counter calls my name, and I nod. He leads me through the shop, and I try to shake off the unease still clinging to me.
“So, what are you wanting? You mentioned the design is on your body?” he asks as we walk, and I nod, feeling a blush rise to my cheeks.
I pull down the collar of my top, revealing the faint mark on my collarbone. “I want this as a tattoo before it fades completely,” I explain, bracing myself for his reaction. Instead of disgust or humour, he just smiles politely and nods.
“That’s easy enough and not the first time I’ve done something like this,” he reassures me, and I finally relax a bit. When I first saw the mark in the mirror, I c
