In many ways Melinda could only agree with Gen, as she helped Tsveta tie the belt on the comfortable robe – with her hair piled on top of her head and the soft slippers, the little girl looked like she had eagerly described to Melinda earlier: like a real lady ready to get pampered. This was the best part of the season. This was when Viktor could relax a bit, when he had time to spend with his family, with her, and that felt amazing. It would also be nice to have a couple of weeks where they didn’t have to be so extremely careful and considerate of his diet, though personally, she was about to head into wedding season. Still, Saturdays were the perfect days for a treatment like this. This way, she could keep the polished nails coloured until Monday evening, when she had to remove it, to make it easily visible that there was no dirt hidden under the cover of the nail polish.
“The best part of the week,” she agreed with a grin, and shrugged into her own robe. For some reason, people thought herself and Gen unlikely friends, and yet, here they were, getting along splendidly. Then again, if Melinda hadn’t trusted Viktor as implicitly as she did, maybe she and Gen wouldn’t have connected the way they had? Then again, they did have both the mentality and the support to make fun of The Little Birdie who had been involved in messing up relationships for both of them. If that wasn’t a reason to bond, Melinda didn’t know what was. “So, Provence tomorrow, and… that’s your plans for the summer?” she asked.