When the manager ran upstairs, sounding out of breath, Regina asked, ‘I thought you said Pat’s busy.’
‘She is,’ the manager placed both hands on her knees.
It was tiring work, running up those stairs in her high heels.
She straightened up and tilted her head in Darya’s direction.
The unspoken message in that gesture was loud and clear—Pat was with customers; of course she was busy.
Why couldn’t Regina see that for herself?
‘But I’m a VIP client here,’ Regina insisted. ‘I booked Pat’s service first.’
Felicia rolled her eyes when Regina wasn’t looking.
She’d tried to pull the same stunt last time at Remède, but it turned out that Darya was a VIP customer there, too.
Felicia and her mother suffered the double humiliation of being blacklisted by the SPA as well as
