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"Welcome Lucy, to Pride," Faye cheered as we walked into the large spa and salon. The reception was filled with women of different shapes, sizes, races, and religions, all waiting for something as they softly chatted amongst themselves. Faye pulled us to sit next to two girls who looked a lot like twins, hijabs covering their faces.
"Luca owns half this company so everything we're going to do is free!" Faye cheered like that was the greatest news she's heard since Target.