 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Still looking at the list of services, Esme nodded as Cynthia spoke. "The half-day spa package includes nails," she said pointing to it on the board. "Manicure, pedicure, and massage.. What do you think?" She turned to her future sister-in-law with a grin. It sounded good to her at least, even if it meant they'd be there a little while. That wasn't a problem, was it? She looked to the other girls to see what they thought. "On me, of course." They'd have to take care of their own styling and pampering the day of the wedding if they chose this place or another, but she was taking them out today.
She started to head over to the nail samples as Cheri was pointing them out when she heard another voice who apparently belonged to the owner or shopkeeper. "Hi, I'm Esme," she greeted her back with a smile, half-wondering if she might be a Quidditch fan and might recognize her. But as she was not one to revel in the spotlight, she didn't much care either way. "I'm getting married in a few months and my bridesmaids and I are out doing wedding things, so we thought we'd stop in and try out the spa. The half-day package, I think?" Did she have other employees around because her attending to all six of them might be a little much for one person to handle.
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ended like a moth in flames______________________
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