One Perfect Day

ARYA’S POV "Absolutely not," Giovanni said, crossing his arms and planting his feet like a stubborn child. "I agreed to come with you. I didn't agree to participate." We were standing in the spa's reception area, surrounded by the soothing scent of lavender and the soft sounds of meditation music. The spa workers, two cheerful Italian women who clearly recognized Giovanni and were doing their best not to show it, as they exchanged amused glances. "But that's the whole point!" I protested. "You can't just sit there and watch me get pampered. That's weird." "I'm providing security." "You're providing excuses." I turned to one of the workers and read the name on her tag. “Sofia, tell him that couples' spa treatments are meant to be done together." Sofia's eyes darted between us nervously. "Well, signora, typically both guests do participate in the couples treatments." "See?" I looked at Giovanni triumphantly. "Even Sofia thinks you should participate." "I don't need a facial," he said