Submerged in the warm soapy water, I sighed again. Even the tub was beautiful with its pristine whiteness and gold claw feet. Bree was carefully working her long, manicured fingers through the knots in my hair. I was amazed at her ability. The scalp massage she was giving was heavenly. And even though I had prune-like fingers and toes, I couldn't bring myself to relinquish my position in the tub.

Bree chuckled as I gave out another small moan of pleasure.

'Are you planning to get out any time soon, Darlin', or would you like some more warm water?'

I sighed. 'Are you finished with my hair already?' I asked wistfully.

Bree giggled loudly. 'Darlin', I finished y'ur hair half an hour ago!'

I smiled sheepishly. 'Well, I better ge' out then.' I copied her accent; it was one of my favourite talents, mimicking accents at parties.

It made Bree laugh. 'You'll fit in well here, Bella, trus' you, me!'

I sat up a bit straighter and looked at her curiously. 'What did you call me?'

'Bella. You see Darlin', this place gives all us girls a new start, free of judgement and regret and limitations. Usually, the girls like to take on a new name – a fresh start'

'Bella,' I quietly repeated. I liked the sound of it.

'It means beautiful, as in beautiful girl, in Italian.' Bree informed me, eyeing me over. 'And you're a very beautiful girl.'

'I don't deserve such flattery Ms Tanner.' I smirked. 'But I will accept it.'

Bree laughed, I could tell I would be good friends with this girl.