My Big Fat Low-Fat Wedding - By Katya Starkey Page 0,30
at this rate of perspiration I might just go in another notch on my belt!
“Talking of which, you haven’t even taken one of my classes at the Meli Spa yet.”
I’m slightly horrified by Brenda’s statement. She was there when I’d been electrocuted in that pool. Surely she doesn’t expect me to—
“I expect to see you tonight at eight sharpish.” She says, cutting off my thoughts of precisely the opposite ideas. “I’m doing a beginner’s tummy toning class which you could desperately use before the big day.” Brenda rudely eyeballs my middle. She then has the audacity to pat the bulge just below my newly cinched in belt.
Okay so admittedly my tummy fat still pooches out a bit, but I thought I’d done good having lost an entire jeans size this morning.
Leave it to Callum’s mum to crush my spirits instantly.
“I don’t think she needs to work out.”
The lifeguard boy has joined in on our wonderful little conversation about my fat.
“Thomas,” Brenda shakes a finger at the young man. “You wouldn’t know the first thing about a woman’s body and—”
“Okay!” I interrupt in attempts at saving myself from further embarrassment. “Thanks for your help today, but I need to run some errands now.”
Quickly, I start to shoo them out the back exit.
“I’m terribly sorry I brought Thomas along, Emily.” Brenda whispers to me behind the blonde boy’s back. “But he was so adamant about coming to help clear up today, why, he even jumped right into my car!”
That’s sounds familiar because it’s exactly what the lad had done after rescuing me from electrocution by swimming pool.
This kid is turning out to be some kind of freak, as far as I’m concerned. When he tries to kiss me good bye on the back stoop of my cafe, I’m more than pleased to slam the door shut in his face.
***
Taking a good look at my fingernails I decide they need fixing, fast. All the cafe clearing up has left me with torn cuticles and cracked tips. If I don’t let Tina down at the salon sort them out now with a manicure, my hands will be a mangled mess by wedding day.
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge I take a swig and come up light headed. I really should grab something low calorie to eat, but I just don’t have time to stop by the store right now.
“Can you fit me in, Tina?” I gab to her on the phone.
“You’re in luck, we had a cancellation this morning.”
That is rather lucky. Normally I’d have to wait a week to get booked in at Tina’s beauty shop. “Thanks, I’ll pop in now.” I ring off and drive down to her salon. Upon opening the glass front door I’m smacked in the face by the smell of nail acrylic. I don’t mind the scent so much, it’s just that today I’ve already done a lot of strenuous work and I skipped lunch. My stomach knots up a bit and my head swims, but I carry on into the salon regardless. I figure I’ll get used to the smell eventually.
Tina gets to work on my hands with gentle oil products. “What have you done to your poor digits, darling?” She asks me. She’s got her black hair up in a bun and is wearing her trademark hot pink salon uniform today.
“I had a bit of cleaning up to do at the cafe today.”
“So it’s true then.” Tina looks astonished. “I heard your assistant went berserk and smashed up the place.”
I snort a laugh. “You’ve got to stop listening to salon gossip, Tina.” I reprimand her. “It was a berserk robot that actually smashed up my cafe.”
Now it’s Tina’s turn to laugh, and she does so with great gusto. “Who me stop listening to the latest goss? What else do you think there is to do around here?”
I shake my head. “Oh I don’t know, nails perhaps?”
As we both chuckle away we get some dirty looks from the other ladies at manicurist tables.
“Go on then,” I whisper more quietly. “Tell me the latest goss.”
Tina grins wickedly at me. “Well, if you truly want to know something horrific, I had a client come in the other day who had cuticles as bad off as your own.”
“Hey!” I take slight offense to that, but Tina shushes me with a gentle slap of her nail file on the back of my hand. As she continues to work on my nails, she carries on with the gossip.”