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“This will just take a few minutes, Miss Banner. Please take off the towel and lie down on the massage table face down of course.”
I follow her instructions, taking my place on the massage table, which is oddly comfortable.
She starts to massage my ankle, which is now fully healed, working her way up my calves, thighs, lower waist. Her touch is a stress buster, she opens the tightness in my muscles All the Way Up my spine and neck. I suddenly feel lighter and as if I have woken up from a 12-hour sleep in a tub of jelly.
“Thank you!”
She rubs a divine smelling lotion all over my back rubbing it into my pores.
“Would you please turn around Miss Banner?”
I am a little reluctant about showing her my naked front, but she seems to be very professional. I turn around and she goes to work, rubbing her soft lotion filled hand all over neck, breasts, her hands rubbing me all the way down to my knees.
She lays a fresh towel on me and asks me to sit up. I feel moisturized, fragrant, and fresh like a new Brooke with silky skin. I had not noticed but a large standing mirror and a spa chair has been placed for me. She gestures to me to take my seat.
“Okay team,” she shouts, “Miss Banner can take you now.”
Wait what! What can I take?
Six women in white lab coats enter the room. One of them pushes a trolley that carries hairdryers, cosmetics, clips, nail polish, clippers, and lotions, etc. Even before I can ask, the sound of the hairdryer has taken over and all I do is stare at my reflection while they dry and brush my hair. One of them holds the dryer while the other two lay out my hair brushing it, combing it into a style. They appear to be smiling and nodding to each other, I take that as a compliment. People always tell me my hair is pretty. My hands are stretched out and already being manicured with a clipper. I feel cotton being inserted between my toe fingers. The vibrations of someone filing my red nails. I surrender to all of this. This is out of control, and I am not going to try to control it. I think that’s what they want me to do as they place cucumber slices on my eyes. I close my eyes and just breathe enjoying the sensations of being pampered. Ten minutes or so later, there is a whisper in my ear from the Morning Assistant.
“Your wardrobe is here Miss Banner.”
Next to the massage table is a rack on wheels which has several dresses hanging on it. Each dress has a pair of shoes beneath it. “Please make your selection Miss Banner.”
I get up to walk around feeling much lighter and flexible and honestly much more beautiful. I walk around the rack of clothing. The dresses are mostly shades of dark gray and maroon. I pick a maroon dress with a crisp white undershirt and light brown sandals. The dark gray skirt is preppy and will suffice for a serious meeting.
“Excellent choice Miss Banner.”
“Oh, thank you! I love maroon, it’s such a mysterious color and these deep dark grays are so complimentary. The women assist me with the fitting. It all fits perfectly, and I try not to think about how they manage all this. I decide to go with tan colored platform sandals as they feel comfortable and have a professional elegance. The final look in the mirror is a pleasant surprise. My hair falls like silk on to my shoulders, the dress fits my curves without being too tight yet exude a sleek elegance, the white undershirt gleams in contrast to the textured maroon top. The dark gray skirt compliments my slim frame and hints at the curves which make me a woman.
“Wow, Thank you!” I blurt out.
The Morning Assistant smiles politely. “Do you have a wristwatch, Miss Banner? We can have that buffed and polished in no time.”
“Oh, I don’t need one, I use my phone to tell the time. One less thing to carry around, right girls?”
No reaction.
Crickets.
The Morning Assistant speaks to her fellow assistants. “What do you all think? Gold or silver?”
One of the assistants who had treated my hair speaks up. “For sure gold, she has pretty light brown hair.”
Another assistant who had worked on my nails adds her opinion. “And her hazel eyes, yes, gold. I’ll alert the jeweler Ma’am.”
I don’t bother arguing. The place has its own vibe, and I am clearly an outsider.
The Morning Assistant and the workers file out of the room. No conversation, no extra information. I use another few moments to look at myself in the mirror. Wow, I do feel luxurious all the way down to my massaged muscles, and moisturized skin. The feel of the expensive fabric falling so perfectly on me. And when was the last time someone else brushed my hair or gave it a nice treatment? I think once we had gotten ‘fancy hair treatments’ with my roommate Edith; she had a discount coupon for a salon which also served kids and showed them cartoons. Now this is a different world. I am dressed and morning ready.
“Miss Banner, your wristwatch.” I look up to see the Morning Assistant holding a gleaming, diamond encrusted gold bracelet watch. “Your left hand please.”
“I have not paid for any of this…”
“You are team Elysian; everything is paid for Miss Banner.” She fits the watch loosely around my wrist and takes my hand to place it across my maroon top. The gold wristwatch and the white dial surrounded by small diamonds gleams like one masterpiece.
She nods with a slight smile on her face.
