My Sister's Husband: Surrogate For The CEO I Once Loved
Inside was everything Cassandra could have imagined and more—two reclining massage beds separated by a small table, a private steam room, several masseuses waiting, and a large window overlooking the garden.
“Wow,” Cassandra let out an audible gasp, “I guess I understand the hype.”
Eleanor chuckled softly, walking ahead of her, letting her take in the view before joining her.
“Camille always had a great taste. God rest her soul. I’m glad her children didn't disappoint her too.”
“Camille?” Cassandra raised a brow.
“Founder of Maison Élan. She was an old friend.”
A few minutes later, Cassandra was settled comfortably on her side on the massage bed, a pregnancy support cushion tucked beneath he