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The next morning, I made the deliberate choice to avoid breakfast with my parents. The thought of sitting across from them, forced to exchange pleasantries after everything, was unbearable. So, instead, I requested that a servant bring my meal to my room.

As I nibbled at the food, the silence of my room offered a kind of comfort I hadn’t felt in a long time. The only sounds were soft footsteps outside my door and the distant voices. It was a brief moment of solitude before the day’s preparations began, a quiet pocket of peace.

After breakfast, my door opened, and two spa technicians entered, all efficiency and professionalism, their hands carrying supplies for what looked like an entire beauty treatment. My mother had clearly spared no expense.

“You’re here for the full-body massage, correct?” I asked, standing up from the bed. Earlier this morning before breakfast, a servant had come to inform me of my schedule for today, so I wasn’t surprised.

“Yes, ma’am. This will be a full-bo