Chapter 35
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Holly had never felt the blood drain from her body quicker. One moment, she had been filled with a red-hot anger, but then, upon hearing Sienna’s voice, that all changed.
‘Sienna…’ Holly began, as she turned around to face her. Sienna was already shaking her head.
‘No, no, I think you said everything you needed to say. What were the words you used? Manipulative, no, narcissistic. That was it, right? No, sorry, it was both, wasn’t it?’
The warmth was returning to Holly’s cheeks, but it wasn’t anger. It was embarrassment. Then again, why was she feeling embarrassed? Hadn’t Sienna brought them out here to this ridiculous place, knowing it would be like this? Before she could ask, Sienna carried on talking.
‘You know what? I thought it would be a good chance for us to all refresh, to feel really good about our bodies and our minds. You know the waitlist for this place is over two years. Two years . They’ve turned away people like Willow and Sabrina because they didn’t have space. And maybe I did think it would be good for you to get away from all that sugar you spend your day ingesting in the sweet shop. Was that so wrong of me? I thought you would enjoy it. I thought you would see that it was something special.’
Holly felt her jaw hanging open, but she was still struggling to find words. And unfortunately, Sienna had plenty.
‘And as for the pond, you’re right, there is a natural plunge pool, which has dozens of benefits, but I’m guessing you didn’t go far enough to find the Olympic-length, heated swimming pool, three variations of sauna, and steam rooms?’
Her eyebrows were arched, and her cheeks sucked in so tightly, Holly could see her bone structure.
It was clear how she got so many rich people to part with their money. Holly would do anything to make that glare stop.
‘Sienna—’
‘No, no, I’ve had enough. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going down to the pool. The heated, indoor one. Faye—’ Her gaze shifted from Holly for the first time since she had appeared. ‘You’re welcome to join me if you wish.’ With a sniff, she looked back at Holly. ‘I’m sure the concierge can arrange a taxi for you to go back to the station,’ she said. ‘Fingers crossed they have another train home tonight.’