Breakup Boot Camp by Beth Merlin

Author:Beth Merlin [Merlin, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781945495373
Publisher: Firefly Hill Press, LLC
Published: 2019-11-19T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

When I got back from the oyster hunt, Zosia was waiting for me by the Retreat House Spa reception desk, reading a magazine. I called her name, and she looked up from her US Weekly.

“Can you believe the paparazzi managed to snap a picture of Emmy at surf school? Where do you think they’re hiding out, the sand dunes?” Zosia pushed her glasses down the bridge of her nose. “Is that you behind her?”

She passed me the magazine. Emmy was the cover story. Underneath the headline, Relationship Rehab, Emmy J’s Journey to Heal Her Broken Heart, was a picture of her surfing on Topsail Beach.

“No, that’s not me,” I said, passing it back to her.

Zosia shook her head. “Emmy’s going to be crushed when she sees this. She’s really been enjoying her anonymity. I guess we all have.”

With one week of Boot Camp just about over and only one week left, she was right, I was starting to get used to our device and stress-free existence. Retreat House was a safe space, a cocoon from the rest of the world, and it was disarming to know one flash of a paparazzi camera could take all that away.

Zosia tucked the magazine back into her tote and pulled out her schedule of activities. “Do you know what treatment we’re signed up for?”

I checked my Retreat House daily schedule. “Something called a V-Steam? Emmy recommended it. Have you ever heard of that before?”

“I think so? Yes, a Vietnamese steam. It’s supposed to clear out your pores, remove the toxins, that sort of thing,” Zosia said matter-of-factly.

“Oh, that sounds great, actually.”

“I know, the Southeast Asian countries are light years ahead of us in terms of their therapies,” she said.

A technician from the spa stepped into the waiting area and clapped her hands together. “Ms. Kitt, Ms. Barry, I have you both booked for a 2:00 V-Steam. Please come this way.”

We followed her past the reception desk and down a long hallway that led to a series of doors. The technician handed us plush white terrycloth robes and directed each of us to a room.

“Get changed into these, and I’ll be back in a few minutes to start the treatment,” she said.

I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me. I was expecting a massage table, or one of those reclining chairs spas use for facials, but the room was pretty sparse. I changed out of my clothes and into the white robe and waited for the next set of instructions.

A few minutes later the technician came back with a large white porcelain bowl filled with steaming water. She placed it on the counter and started mixing in different aromatic herbs and serums. Hints of lavender, rosemary, and peppermint permeated the air. She ripped up herbs and leaves and sprinkled them into the basin.

I rose to my tiptoes and peeked over the technician’s shoulder. “What’s all that?”

“Oregano, mugwort, wormwood, and basil.”

“Is this a beauty treatment or magic potion?” I teased.

“Actually, many of our clients have commented this treatment’s been a magic bullet for their love life.

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