As they stepped out of the spa, Abigail stretched her arms above her head and inhaled deeply. "Aura, since we've already come this far, let's visit the beauty parlour too. We might as well get our hair washed and our nails done."
Aurora narrowed her eyes. "You just want an excuse to spend more time outside, don't you?"
Abigail placed a hand on her chest dramatically. "How dare you accuse me of such a thing? This is self-care, my dear."
Aurora shook her head but ultimately gave in. "Fine. Let's go."
Minutes later, they arrived at the upscale beauty parlour. Aurora opted to have her hair washed and straightened, while Abigail decided to do a perm.
As stylists worked on their hair, Abigail kept chatting about random topics—celebrity gossip, fashion trends, and even conspiracy theories about Tea Time Gossip's anonymous writer. Aurora simply smiled and listened, occasionally chiming in.