Charlotte’s POV
I figured I was just imagining the resemblance. Rosa had rattled me more than I wanted to admit, and my brain was probably just pattern-matching faces now out of paranoia.
Smiling, I stood, took Nora’s hand, and followed the man into the back room.
He introduced himself as Marco, said he’d been with the spa for three years, and asked if either of us had any sensitivities or allergies before he got started. I relaxed a little.
Nora had picked a glittery pink polish, which was a surprise to me, and I had settled on a bright coral that felt right for a beach trip and matched hers just enough to make her happy. Marco set Nora up at the station beside us with a bowl of warm soapy water to soak her fingers while he worked on me first.
“So,” Marco said pleasan
