A friend texted me about a sublime place where she was staying in Beverly Hills. The food was exceptional, the beds like clouds, the service—well, she was treated as if she were visiting royalty. And for all she knew, visiting royalty was enjoying the same indulgences down the hall. There were peptide drips, laser therapy, and all the latest wellness gizmos at the ready. As she described this slice of paradise, she apologized for being a little loopy. “It may be the meds talking.”
The reason she was texting under the influence: My friend was recovering from a breast lift at Immortelle in the Four Seasons Hotel. The experience was so deeply pleasant that her husband moved in with her for his own pampering staycation. How romantic!
