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Too bad Anna lost that particular battle. Finally, the spa torture was over and—bowlegged and sore in places she didn’t even want to think about—she walked out the big red doors, vowing never to go back.

“Look at you, Anna,” Camilla cooed. “You look wonderful.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Anna hissed under her breath, trying to keep her clothes from rubbing up against the new hairless parts of her body.

“Anna? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong,” she whispered furiously. “Hot wax is wrong. It’s wrong in a million ways.”

“I take it you didn’t like—”

“Yeah, no. I didn’t like.”

“That’s too bad because you look like a new woman.”

“There is no new woman, Camilla. It’s still me just chaffed.” If this was the price for beauty, Anna was content to forever window-shop.