Nervy?

Dahlia’s POV

“How would you rate your spa experience?”, the older lady at the spa asked with laughter after I was woken up from sleep by the aggressive tapping of none other but Aunt Yaba. I grumbled.

“It was exquisite. Seeing how it effortlessly lulled me to sleep.”, I commended sincerely, got of the spa bed, stretched and gave a satisfying yawn. They all laughed. I really did feel good.

“Alright, I need to get to the auditorium soon for the final supervision. I’d rather not be late and ruin this beautiful experience for those who have paid so much for it.”, Aunt Yaba announced with urgency and concern. She took work very seriously.

“We hope to see you again.”, the masseuses said in unison and waved at us.

“Yes, if we can afford it.”, I murmured under my breath on our way out and Aunt Yaba burst into laughter.

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Back in Aunt Yaba’s room, she quickly donned some black sweatpants and a shirt and said she had to go to the auditorium.