With all the drama at work she had almost forgotten about her Ten Years Younger project. Sara had texted her late last night to remind her she was booked into the hotel today and after the debacle with Tess Morgan she was glad to get away for a couple of days. But now that she was actually here, it all felt a bit spooky. She had read up on all the latest treatments available and frankly, they sounded terrifying – ranging from needles being stuck in your face to chemical peels that would leave your complexion raw and red for days before the new, younger skin would allegedly put in an appearance. So, she’d opted for all the pain-free treatments instead. She looked around the room, at the dimmed lights and flickering candles. Multi-coloured tropical fish were swimming aimlessly from one end of a huge aquarium to the other and weird whale music spilled from the speakers on the wall. The other six loungers, resplendent with huge white cushions and fluffy comfort blankets, were empty. Helene’s nerves were still frayed over the Agony Aunt of the Airwaves debacle, and the fact that she had somehow managed to sack Tess.
