UNKNOWN POV

A massage parlor. Soft piano music filled the air, wisps of lavender incense rose from the incense holders placed all over the room. Two women laid out on massage tables, talking to each other.

"I'm tired of waiting." The woman pouted looking at her mother. "When do we get to make things right? When do we get to strike?" She asked jolting up from the massage table she was lying on.

"Stay still already love. Why did you love to rush things? Patience." Her mum replied pulling her daughter back down onto the massage table. "Soon... Sooner than you think sweetheart. Everything is finally making sense." She smiled...