do you call me mia caro?”
“Mia caro means ‘my dear.’”
“Oh.” Allison blushed feeling foolish for asking. “I should probably change.”
“Just pass the dress to me when you undress.”
“Okay.”
After Allison was dressed in her own worn down rags she joined Carlina at the door of the boutique. Obviously the woman was well-known in the city because everyone greeted her with such respect. Since she was being seen with her, they in turn treated her with the same. Although some did give her sideways glances probably trying to figure out why Carlina was being seen with the poor looking woman.
‘They probably assumed I am a servant or special person from a home,’ Allison mused. Leaving the area of shops they walked a few blocks down until they reached a salon. Even though she was enjoying the much ado freedom, surely Carlina wasn’t going to make her sit while she was being worked by a glam team.
“Mrs. Mucciono, so nice to see you again. This way please.”
“Grazie. Come along Allison.” Carlina pulled Allison in step with her. She had fell back slightly to observe her surroundings. The salon was beyond lavish. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect to be in a place like this.
“The private area has been set up for you per your request. The shower, robe, and slippers are in the next room. You have booked a massage, mineral bath, stylist, along with manicure and pedicure. Will there be anything else?”
“Please add a facial in there as well. Grazie.”
“Yes ma’am. Enjoy your treatments.” The receptionist quickly left and Allison was swirling with questions. That was a lot of things to be done. Meaning she would be sitting for quite some time.
“You heard the woman caro. Right through that door, strip and shower. Return here with the robe and slippers on.” Carlina pushed Allison towards the doors. Allison quickly dug her heals into the floor.
“Wait, what? Me?”
“Yes you. Now go.”
“No I can’t do this. I don’t have the money for this. This must cost a fortune.”
“You can do this and you will. I have already pre-paid for it. It is my welcome to Italy gift.”
“Carlina…”
“Allison please. Just let me do this for you. You are worn down and tired. I’ve seen the worry and discontentment in your eyes every day since I have met you. For me?”
“I must pay you back then.”
“Pay me back by enjoying it.”
Allison reluctantly walked through the doors and even the spa like bathroom was luxurious. Stripping down took a little longer than it probably should have but she was still trying to come to grips with what all was going on. This woman whom she just met was treating her to a spa day. Never in her existence has she been to a spa. Never had her shoulders been massaged, hair done in a salon, nails, or facial been professional tended to. Here she was living this dream that was sure to turn into a nightmare. She was after all only here because of a mess Derek put her in. What happens when she has to return to her cold, bitter life?
Chapter 9
Allison was without words in the gratitude department. Carlina had given her something more than words could express. The kindness she has shown her was unlike anything she has been fortunate enough to receive in all of her days on earth. After her shower, she returned to the room where Carlina sat patiently reading a magazine. She was then moved into a room with a huge tub with a covering.
Once she was placed in the tub and covered up, Carlina sat in the room to keep her company. The steaming hot water stung at first but quickly began to melt away all of the tense and battered parts of her body. The two engaged in random conversations until the masseuse came to take her into the next room. There she was asked to lay on the table, wrapped in only a sheet.
From that point on she was moved around the area of rooms with Carlina not too far behind. She had fallen asleep during her massage being that it felt heavenly.
“Mia caro means ‘my dear.’”
“Oh.” Allison blushed feeling foolish for asking. “I should probably change.”
“Just pass the dress to me when you undress.”
“Okay.”
After Allison was dressed in her own worn down rags she joined Carlina at the door of the boutique. Obviously the woman was well-known in the city because everyone greeted her with such respect. Since she was being seen with her, they in turn treated her with the same. Although some did give her sideways glances probably trying to figure out why Carlina was being seen with the poor looking woman.
‘They probably assumed I am a servant or special person from a home,’ Allison mused. Leaving the area of shops they walked a few blocks down until they reached a salon. Even though she was enjoying the much ado freedom, surely Carlina wasn’t going to make her sit while she was being worked by a glam team.
“Mrs. Mucciono, so nice to see you again. This way please.”
“Grazie. Come along Allison.” Carlina pulled Allison in step with her. She had fell back slightly to observe her surroundings. The salon was beyond lavish. Never in her wildest dreams would she expect to be in a place like this.
“The private area has been set up for you per your request. The shower, robe, and slippers are in the next room. You have booked a massage, mineral bath, stylist, along with manicure and pedicure. Will there be anything else?”
“Please add a facial in there as well. Grazie.”
“Yes ma’am. Enjoy your treatments.” The receptionist quickly left and Allison was swirling with questions. That was a lot of things to be done. Meaning she would be sitting for quite some time.
“You heard the woman caro. Right through that door, strip and shower. Return here with the robe and slippers on.” Carlina pushed Allison towards the doors. Allison quickly dug her heals into the floor.
“Wait, what? Me?”
“Yes you. Now go.”
“No I can’t do this. I don’t have the money for this. This must cost a fortune.”
“You can do this and you will. I have already pre-paid for it. It is my welcome to Italy gift.”
“Carlina…”
“Allison please. Just let me do this for you. You are worn down and tired. I’ve seen the worry and discontentment in your eyes every day since I have met you. For me?”
“I must pay you back then.”
“Pay me back by enjoying it.”
Allison reluctantly walked through the doors and even the spa like bathroom was luxurious. Stripping down took a little longer than it probably should have but she was still trying to come to grips with what all was going on. This woman whom she just met was treating her to a spa day. Never in her existence has she been to a spa. Never had her shoulders been massaged, hair done in a salon, nails, or facial been professional tended to. Here she was living this dream that was sure to turn into a nightmare. She was after all only here because of a mess Derek put her in. What happens when she has to return to her cold, bitter life?
Chapter 9
Allison was without words in the gratitude department. Carlina had given her something more than words could express. The kindness she has shown her was unlike anything she has been fortunate enough to receive in all of her days on earth. After her shower, she returned to the room where Carlina sat patiently reading a magazine. She was then moved into a room with a huge tub with a covering.
Once she was placed in the tub and covered up, Carlina sat in the room to keep her company. The steaming hot water stung at first but quickly began to melt away all of the tense and battered parts of her body. The two engaged in random conversations until the masseuse came to take her into the next room. There she was asked to lay on the table, wrapped in only a sheet.
From that point on she was moved around the area of rooms with Carlina not too far behind. She had fallen asleep during her massage being that it felt heavenly.
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