93 Alice

Alice, once a tormentor during Abby's formative years, now stood before her, a stark reminder of the pain and anguish she had inflicted. She was one of the best friends of Abby's cousin, and together they had made her life a living hell.

Just then, the receptionist's eyes fell on Abby, a flicker of recognition crossing her features. With a quick nod, she excused herself from Alice's tirade and approached Abby with a sense of reverence.

"Mrs. Quinn?" she asked, her voice tinged with deference. "We've been waiting for you. Your spa day is prepared. Please, let me guide you."

Alice, now aware of Abby's presence, seethed with frustration, her anger bubbling to the surface. The reception area became charged with tension, the clash of past and present colliding in a dramatic confrontation.