I stared at the two French-looking ladies in the mirror as they admired me with a smile. "Thank you, I look," I pressed my lips together as I searched for the right word, "perfect."
Their smile dilated at my beautiful remark, before one of them spoke, "You don't have to thank us, mademoiselle Abigail. We're just doing our job. If we're thanking anyone, it should be you for your magnificent body that suits any outfit." Her staunch French accent wavered around my ears.
Not saying anymore, they started packing up their stuff to take their leave. I left them to their job and walked back to my bed, sitting on the soft mattress as I waited for Ryan to pick me up.
It didn't take long though, he came in a couple of minutes later, immediately after the beauty crew left the room.