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The yoga studio was filled with soft music and the scent of lavender, a calming backdrop that clashed with the giggles Jess and I couldn't suppress. The instructor gracefully flowed into a Warrior III pose, balancing effortlessly on one leg while the rest of us wobbled and teetered like newborn giraffes.
Jess nudged me, whispering, "You're doing great," though my shaking leg told a different story.
My back ached from the stretch, and I felt a twinge in muscles I didn't even know I had, but I pushed through, trying to match the instructor's movements. Jess had insisted yoga would be good for me, rattling off benefits like improved flexibility and reduced stress. I had rolled my eyes then, but now, despite the challenge, I was starting to believe her. The room occasionally burst into laughter as others lost their balance, and the communal struggle made it easier to keep going. By the time we reached the final stretch, my body felt like it had been put through a blender, but in the best possible way.
As the instructor guided us into the final resting pose, Jess and I collapsed onto our mats, letting out simultaneous groans of exhaustion.
"That was hard," I admitted, staring up at the ceiling, my chest rising and falling with each deep breath.
Jess turned her head toward me, her cheeks flushed.
"Agreed. But how do you feel emotionally?"
I thought about it for a moment, tuning into the calm that had settled in my mind despite the physical challenge.
"Honestly? I feel good. Like, good."
Jess grinned, pushing herself up into a seated position.
"See? Told you yoga was worth it."
We rolled up our mats, joining the others as they slowly filed out of the studio. My body still felt sore, but there was a lightness in my chest I hadn't felt in weeks. As we stepped out into the crisp afternoon air, I couldn't help but smile.
"Ready to see Darling Cosmetics?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yup! Show me your second baby."
Walking through the gleaming halls of Darling Cosmetics headquarters with Jess beside me felt surreal. This place had been just an idea not long ago, a daydream I barely dared to voice out loud. Now it was tangible, vibrant, and filled with potential. I led Jess toward the main showroom, gesturing to the walls adorned with sleek shelves and colorful displays.
"So, this is where the magic happens," I said, my voice carrying a mix of pride and exhaustion. "The product line is almost complete. Skincare, lipsticks, eyeshadows, you name it. We've already finalized most of the packaging, and the samples have been approved. The only thing left is to finish the branding touches and make sure the inventory is good to go." I glanced at Jess, whose eyes sparkled with curiosity. "It's a lot, but we're getting there."
