Evelyn leaned back in her chair as she read through Natalie's lengthy review, her brows knitting tighter with every line.
"I don't know how this place keeps calling itself a wellness center. If you're looking for serenity, you'd be better off meditating in a traffic jam. The so-called relaxation rooms felt more like storage closets with mood lighting, and the organic smoothies tasted suspiciously like someone blended kale with regret.
The staff? Let's just say they smile a lot, probably because they know you're paying premium prices for services that barely qualify as pampering. Their idea of a massage was more like a confused pat on the back.
And don't get me started on the ambiance. If mismatched furniture and a playlist stuck on the same three flute tracks count as luxury, th
