The Girl They Ignored Returned as the Woman Seven Men Would Die For novel Chapter 127

"Mom?"

Mika Miller's voice pulled her back to reality.

Damaris Charles snapped out of her daze, realizing the shop assistant was waiting awkwardly.

"Let's go, let's go," she said, her voice dry, a flicker of unease crossing her face.

Passing a floor-to-length mirror, she stole a quick glance at herself.

She was wearing a pink vintage dress, mismatched with silver heels.

Her foundation was ashy and pale, and her eyebrows, tattooed years ago with cheap ink, had faded to a stiff, comical blue-gray.

At this moment, her face—visibly older and more exhausted than Eleanor Remington's—was flushed with embarrassment.

An indescribable wave of emotion suddenly welled up in Damaris's heart.

Because of its exorbitant prices, the spa boasted excellent privacy.

The treatment room was a small suite with a private bathroom. The assistant filled the tub with hot water and unwrapped a brand-new bath bomb, dropping it in.

The pink bath bomb fizzed and dissolved, releasing a rich rose fragrance.

The hot water was soon covered in fluffy pink bubbles, ceremoniously sprinkled with rose petals and infused with essential oils.

"Our bath towels and linens are strictly single-use for absolute hygiene. Ms. Charles, please enjoy a twenty-minute soak. Once you're finished bathing, just press the call bell, and an esthetician will come in to assist you."

"Mhm, got it."

Damaris fought back her internal awe and excitement, deliberately feigning a nonchalant attitude.

But the moment the assistant left, she immediately leaned over the tub, unable to resist scooping up the floating petals.

"Wow... I can't believe big-city spas are this luxurious. They even include a bath!"

This unimaginable lifestyle was too much of a shock for her. From the moment she stepped into the establishment, Damaris had completely dropped her usual loud, brassy demeanor.

She spoke less and stayed quiet.

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