Miss Enchanter - Ophelia's Story
of
course.”
    “But I have never
lived here. You mentioned that my mother liked to have fun and went
looking for more of it than you have here. Where would she go? Are
there any stories about Gertie? She was my mother, but she was a
real firecracker.”
    “ As I imagine
you are as well. I know that Gertie would sometimes go beyond the
borders of Enchanted. I believe that is where she met John.” Cindy
said.
    “How would you know
any of that?” Ophelia asked. Just then two ladies sat down at the
stools in front of each lady and started their pedicures so Ophelia
didn’t pursue the subject of her mother and how Cindy could know
anything about her time in Enchanted. The hot water and foot rub
felt so good that Ophelia shut her eyes and when she opened them
she noticed that Cindy was no longer there.
    After her nails were
dry, London reappeared and asked her how her manicure and pedicure
went.
    “Fantastic! It is
amazing what a bit of pampering can do for your spirits!” Ophelia
smiled. “What is next?”
    London led
Ophelia into a room that had a comfortable looking table, was lit
by candles that smelled like lilacs and had soothing music playing
softly. “Lay down on the table and make yourself comfortable,
Ophelia. You can cover up with
the sheets. Ashton will be in shortly and we can talk when you are
done.”
    Ophelia laid on the
table face down and soon she heard a man’s voice. “Hello, Ophelia.
I am Ashton, ready to get all the kinks out?”
    “Hi Ashton, oh yes, I
love massages, but it is had been way too long since I have gotten
to enjoy a professional massage.”
    Ashton named
several types massages for her
to choose from, all treating different
needs and providing various benefits. Shiatsu, which is an ancient
technique from Japan, we offer deep tissue as well. We also have
hot stone treatment and Reflexology, just about every kind you can
think of.” Ashton asked Ophelia if the music that was on was the
type she wanted to hear before continuing on with this list of
options.
    “We also offer
various ointments and lotions
for you to choose from. Some that feel heated on your skin, others
that are icy or make your skin tingle.” All of the lotions and oils
are also moisturizers, full lotions designed to help your skin and
each one smelled wonderfully. Ophelia chose one of the hot oils
that offered a greater amount of moisturizes and told Ashton to
work his magic with a full body Swedish massage.
    “I can’t get over how
much you look like your mother! You know that this is her place,
don’t you?” Ashton said almost immediately after he started
kneading her back muscles.
    “Oh that feels so
good! Yes, London said that mom used to own this spa, I wasn’t
aware of that before.”
    “Are you going to
manage this place now? I mean, London does a good job, but she does
not own it.” Ashton said.
    “Neither do I.”
    “ Of course you
do, Ophelia, It is your mother’s legacy, why would you think that
it is not yours as well as Gertie’s?”
    Just then a
voice came over a speaker that up until then had music playing.
“Ashton, could you come to the office for a moment?” They heard a
female voice say.
    “Excuse me, I will be
back in a moment.” He said.
    Ophelia laid
there thinking about his words. I wonder if I really do own this place now. If I do, then I don’t have
to get a job, I can use the funds The Spa brings in. Problem
solved! Ophelia thought,
stretching out her legs and arms. I can work my way down the list
of services they offer here. Despite herself, Ophelia purred. The
music was back and that, along with the dimly lit room and scent
from the candles lulled Ophelia to sleep.

    “All set now, you can
sit up slowly.” Ashton’s voice. “Oh, I must have fallen asleep.
Thank you for the wonderful massage. I will be back, and soon!”
Ophelia said, feeling just the slightly bit light headed as she
stood.
    Ashton handed
her a cup of water for her to drink. “There are showers if you
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