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"Welcome Dalia, to Pride," Faye cheered as we walked into the large spa and salon. The reception was filled with women of different shapes, sizes, races and religion, all waiting for something as they softly chatted amongst themselves. Faye pulled us to seat next to two girls who looked a lot like twins, hijabs covering their faces.
"Vittore owns half this company so everything we're going to do is free!" Faye cheered like that was the greatest new she's heard since Target.
"Vittore owns this?" I asked surprised and the older woman nodded.
"This among many others," she commented and I sat back in my seat, speechless. How rich was he exactly?
"So what are we waiting for?" I asked and Faye hummed, looking through her bag, pulling out a phone.
"Oh some lady called Lin. She's the owner basically. Knows Vittore. She's the one doing our makeovers today."
I nodded at Faye's words as we waited for her to text someone.