Surrender
“For the past several hours, a team of four female Kall beauticians had worked her over from head to toe. Their warm smiles and enthusiasm for the upcoming nuptials were contagious, and Fiona soon found herself at ease in their capable hands. They decided to keep her auburn hair down and tame its natural waves. Her fingers and toes were buffed and polished and painted red—because they claimed Kall males went nuts over Earth women with painted nails. Her skin had never felt smoother, and Fiona felt beautiful for the first time in forever. It was almost painless to pretend her real name was Betsy Carson, as long as she didn’t think of her mother.
“So, when did you first meet Merokk?” Romsha asked. Her accent was the most difficult to understand out of the four, but after a few hours Fiona could understand most of her words.
“Yesterday.” Fiona smiled politely at the Kall female brushing something powdery on her face.
“You’re a lucky woman,”
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