Spa Treatment
The moment Gabriel and I were in the spa treatment, six attendants—three males and three females—welcomed us in their pale green uniforms.
The resort manager with the head concierge and the other employees stood outside the threshold divided into two, forming neat and lines at each side of the door.
Their dark brown uniforms with golden linings on their sleeves and sides were pleasing to the eye, making them appear exceptional personnel.
I didn't receive a stink eye from the female staff at all when I gained the courage to face them, memorize their features and look them in the eye.
I realized that maybe I was too paranoid of their judgment—that I got my insecurity to get the best of me.
That I was just the oblivious girl, their young master took in looking like a stray cat—except the cute part.