Chapter 5

A few days later, Ella found Meagan during a quiet moment at the coffee shop and delivered the news with a warm smile.

“Serge really enjoyed spending time with you at Chicken & Pickle,” she said. “He wanted to treat us both to a full day at a luxury spa — just the two of us. Massages, pool, robes, the whole experience. His treat.”

Meagan’s blue eyes widened, her face lighting up with genuine surprise and delight. “Wait, seriously? That’s ... wow.” She let out a soft, breathless laugh, pressing a hand to her chest. “I’ve dreamed about little luxuries like this. My ex ... he was always on a tight income, but if we’re being honest, he prioritized his own entertainment and nights out before anything like this for me. If extra cash appeared, it usually went to him first.” She shook her head, still smiling. “This is really kind of Serge. And you. Thank you for thinking of me.”

Ella felt a rush of warmth at Meagan’s excitement. “You deserve it. We both do.”

The day arrived bright and clear. The upscale spa was tucked away in a quiet Nashville neighborhood, all soft lighting, calming scents of eucalyptus and lavender, and hushed tranquility. Ella and Meagan changed in the elegant locker room, the moment carrying a gentle, natural intimacy. As they slipped out of their clothes, Ella caught a brief, unguarded glance of Meagan’s fit swimmer’s body — toned legs and arms, medium breasts, the kind of healthy vitality that came from discipline rather than obsession. Meagan, in turn, saw Ella’s taller frame — five-foot-nine, with her attractive curves, black hair cascading down her back, and medium-to-large breasts that suited her feminine figure perfectly. There was no awkwardness, only a quiet acknowledgment of each other’s beauty. They smiled at one another before wrapping themselves in the plush white robes.