The Perfect Exit

CECELIA'S POINT OF VIEW

My phone vibrated against the polished marble armrest of the salon chair. Tuesday afternoons were sacred. My time. I usually ignored the outside world while Chloe perfected the white tips of my French manicure, but a sudden itch beneath my skin forced my gaze downward. A notification illuminated the screen, glaring against the dim, relaxing lighting of the spa. The bold te