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Chapter Eighteen

Date Part III

GRWHer

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March 25, 2012

'Maybe I shouldn't have had that last glass of wine...'

It was a hazy conclusion she'd come to in the last thirty seconds.

Or rather, had finally solidified in her mind in the last thirty seconds.

She'd had this exact thought twice before now, but lost it in savory sips of sweetened wine. Without a glass in her hand, the mental warning had finally taken root, although, it didn't really matter at the moment.

She couldn't physically hold another flute of the intoxicating brew even if she wanted to.

It'd been little more than a handful of minutes after she'd chosen her Beauty Package—as Megumi called it—and emptied the final wine glass she shouldn't have had, that she subsequently found herself surrounded by a group of women who'd divided themselves up by cosmetic tasks, each one a single component of the main goal: Preparing her for the final act of her date.

Rather than taking turns, the women were working simultaneously.

Something Hinata thought should have been chaotic, but from the way they moved around her and each other with ease, it was clear they'd done this enough times to avoid collisions.

There were five women total—-excluding Megumi who'd left shortly after washing her hair.

Ren, a newlywed young woman with short brown hair and an infectious smile had been introduced as one of Hinata's right hand masseuse and nail stylist. She'd just finished smoothing the delicate bones in her hand, then kneading and massaging pleasant smelling moisturizer from the back to her palm. Working from knuckles up to her finger tips, until the slightly roughed work hand she was used to felt as soft as a butterfly's wings. Setting aside the moisturizer, Ren had slid over a high, squared desk on wheels topped with everything needed to replicate the nail design Hinata picked out onto the freshly filed and acrylic topped nails of her right hand and was currently, carefully painting the bare nails.

Opposite to her was Kaori, another newlywed with bouncy black curls and a quiet disposition, had been designated Hinata's left hand masseuse and nail stylist. The demure curly top had performed the same routine with her left hand as Ren had with her right, the two women's massage style so in sync Hinata had felt as if the two were clones of each other or, at the very least, shared a mind—a thought that had sent her into a round of hiccuping, wine-flavored giggles.

Kaori also had a workstation on wheels and was working diligently on the nails of her left hand.

Hinata wasn't worried about the finished product.

With their seemingly hive mind connection, she was convinced no one would be able to tell that two different people worked on her nails.

Tsuki, a third newlywed with a brown pixie cut and prominent dimples, had been assigned as her right foot masseuse and toenail stylist. The short foot massage she'd given her had nearly sent the overworked waitress to a place of peace and happiness only found in Nirvana. From calves to knee hollows, shins to each individual toe, Tsuki rolled away each and every twelve hour shift Hinata spent on her feet. After ending the heavenly massage far too early, Tsuki had taken up the nail file now, and was filing away with a steady, but vigorous motion.