Eliza Mason was one of the customers Gwen had during the afternoon. She was an exceptionally busy and wealthy businesswoman who had taken over her father’s company when both her brothers had decided to screw off with their inheritance and leave the company out to dry. She’d taken it to new heights and it had rebounded in recent years to provide her with exceptional wealth.
She hated every second of it.
She’d been forced to give up on any dreams and desires she had wanted for the sake of the blasted company and her phone rang every minute of every day meaning offtime was still worktime. No doubt twenty emails would be sitting on her phone when she finished this spa treatment and it would only add to her annoyance. She couldn’t sit still and wanted to get out, the only reason she even did these excessive beautifying sessions was because board members had been making comments about her appearance, poking at her late forties age and slipping weight and appearance.
“Can we make this fast?” She demanded the second she entered Gwen’s room. She sat down and removed her robe self concious of her sagging breasts and wrinkling skin. Gwen being shocked from her last two patients simply nodded and began to smear a blue mudlike substance over Eliza’s body. The woman sighed imagining her phone buzzing, a phone call from a client demanding lower prices on their fish. Or perhaps it was a boat owner calling to proclaim he was severing their contract and would be selling to a competitor. Perhaps it was the cannery telling her there was a recall. Or maybe it was her own board proclaiming they’d decided to kick her out. It was all so stressful and the slimy feeling of seaweed clinging to her body didn’t help. It felt like it was going into her sagging skin, touching the crows feet and way her mouth was permanently contorted into a frown. Cucumbers were put over her eyes and they just felt like they were dripping into them. She frowned and waited for this to be over. For her hair to stop itching and for her skin to stop feeling like the seaweed was under it. She groaned and wiggled feeling awkward and strange. Every minute that passed seemed to be another minute in hell. This wasn’t relaxing, it was torture. Eventually the woman came over and chiseled off the seaweed leaving Eliza’s skin all tingly and a persistent itch through her body. She was guided to the next room where some woman removed every hair from her body and scrubbed her skin out exfoliating her pores and leaving a painful feeling over her skin as if salt had been rubbed over it. She was then dunked into hot and cold pools in quick succession before being wheeled into a room where a massive handed woman massaged her back and shoulders leaving her rather sore. Treatments followed this with hair experts and nail experts that worked very strangely. For some reason the woman doing her hair seemed to have a lot to work with. Eliza requested it be cut to her usual length but when the woman was done it was down to her shoulders.
Eliza eventually walked out and stopped near the front expecting her suit to be brought to her but instead there must have been a mixup because she was brought casual clothing for teenager. She tried arguing with the woman at the front desk but she claimed Eliza had walked in with that. Eliza was pissed and took the casual wear, a pair of short shorts and a tank top with a bra and underwear that did in fact fit her. She paced back and forth at the lobby and grew annoyed when the number for her secretary was deleted off her phone.
“Hello, Brian Folstens of Mason’s Seafood’s office. This is his secretary speaking,” Karly spoke up from the other end of the line.
“Hi, Karly I need a new suit delivered to the Susan Gilt Day Spa, they had a mixup,” Eliza explained while pacing the lobby in flip flops.
“Sorry I think you have the wrong number,” Karly announced.
“No I do not, this is Eliza Mason,” Eliza announced.
“Who?” Karly asked and Eliza whites around in a rage and froze upon seeing a mirror. The phone slipped from her fingers and broke on the floor. Eliza just stared at her reflection. She looked like she was eighteen or nineteen with long hair and a youthful face. Her mouth widened in shock and she stared at her younger self, blinking every few seconds to make sure it was real.