Chapter 13

“Don’t worry, I am not that unreasonable,” Alaine said as she looked at her daughter, afraid that she might misunderstand and think that she was still favoring Eve over her.

Tracy gave her the last glance before she walked towards the massage bed and lay down.

Since both women had been staring at her, they sighed, but each had a different emotion about the scene.

“Go buy us lunch,” Rhoda said as she dragged Alaine out and then closed the door.

Immediately, she turned to Tracy, and she found that the girl had already fallen asleep. She stared at Tracy for a while as she wondered whether she was really asleep or had just closed her eyes so as not to speak to anyone.

Though she had prepared herself to speak to the girl, with the sudden move, she couldn’t. She sighed as she thought that since she was back, they still had a lot of time to talk; there was no need for her to rush things.

She observed Tracy’s skin for a while to know what type it was before walking to the shelf, where all cosmetic products were placed. She couldn’t risk her Goddaughter’s skin, and also, she wanted to help repair it to the most perfect state.

After picking the right and necessary cosmetics, she walked to the sink and started mixing them. It took more than ten minutes as she had to make sure that the product was mixed very well.

She walked back to Tracy, pushed the moving table next to her, placed the bowl with mixed cosmetics, and said.

Tracy hummed, causing Rhoda’s lips to purse, as she guessed that she had indeed been correct; the latter didn’t want to speak.

She looked at the little girl with pity in her eyes, but it was just for a few seconds as she understood that Tracy didn’t want anyone to pity her.

Yes, she was correct, to Tracy, when she needed that pity in her previous life, she never received even a percentage of it, so why should anyone show it to her when she had her life on track?

As Rhoda was working on her body, Tracy was busy, thinking about what she should do next, thinking that even if she got along with her mother in this past life, she still had to be independent so as not to let anyone take advantage of her.

However, when she thought of her current financial status, she sighed inwardly, feeling frustrated and wishing that she could scream it out loud, if not crying.

“Relax, let your face, your body relax,” Rhoda said as Tracy’s muscles kept moving alongside different emotions. As a beautician who had worked in the industry for many years, she had learnt to read someone’s expression; each expression caused the muscles to move in a certain way.

She had been staring at Tracy for a while when she saw the muscle movement, as it could make the treatment not effective.

Hearing Rhoda’s words, Tracy sighed as she forced herself not to overthink anything.

Seeing that she had stopped, Rhoda started applying the mixture, which worked as a mask on Tracy’s face.

“Do you want a mask on your face only or even your body?” She suddenly asked as she felt that she didn’t have any right to choose for the girl.

“Everywhere,” Tracy said, just one word, and Rhoda nodded as she had also thought of it. With the mask doing its work, they would be able to know how long it will take for the body to turn white again and for the scars to fade.

Rhoda walked to the cosmetic shelf, took a larger bowl, some containers that had the body cosmetics, and then carried what she could to the sink before returning for the rest.

She added one cosmetic after the other, as any slight error would lead to the body’s irritation upon being applied.

Since she wanted the body mask, she took longer than previously. She regretted not asking Tracy before she started working. Luckily, the face mask she had made was supposed to last for two to three hours to sink in properly.

She had chosen it as she had wanted for Tracy’s face to be repaired as she worked on her body; after that, she would return to work on it.

After thirty twenty minutes, she walked back to Scarlet, holding the larger bowl, and placed it on the moving table. Took a pair of new gloves from the side and wore them before starting to work.

“You are supposed to feel some chill as the mask is cold, but in case you feel any irritation, please tell me immediately,” Rhoda said.

“Okay.” Since she had not been speaking too much, Tracy was afraid that the women would think that she was arrogant, which she didn’t want, so she opted to just speak loudly.

Alaine started working, and just as she had stated, Tracy felt a wave of chill all over her body, soothing her, and her muscles started relaxing slowly.

Rhoda could tell this, and a smile appeared on her face. She didn’t rush anything; she applied as she massaged the girl. At some point, Tracy felt sleepy but was afraid of inconveniencing the woman when she finished with the front part.

“We are just about to finish the front, wait a little bit,” Rhoda said before looking at the body, her lips pursed, and added. “Thirty more minutes.”

Tracy was speechless as she wondered whether thirty minutes was ‘about the finish,’ but she was too lazy to speak; she pretended that she didn’t hear anything.

“Or, you can just sleep, and I will wake you then,” Rhoda said, and as soon as she completed that sentence, Tracy drifted to sleep.

Feeling the muscles more relaxed than before, Rhoda knew that the girl was already asleep. She was dumbfounded at how fast she slept, but continued working as it would be easier and faster when the muscles were completely relaxed.