Page 34 of You're The One
“Oh. The Lovers.”
Of course it’s The Lovers.I bite back a comment and let her continue.
“This card is about relationships, but it’s also about choice. You’re at a crossroads, aren’t you?”
I’m not sure I’m at a crossroads so much as I’m at a dead end. My silence must say enough. She hums knowingly and flips the next card.
There’s a moon on this one.
“Ah. Uncertainty. Things left in the shadows. This one always shows up when someone isn’t being fully honest. There’s a pull here, too, but it’s murkier. More complicated.” Her gaze lifts, meeting mine. “It can also mean you’re ignoring your intuition.”
Real original. Everyone has uncertainty in their life. Life itself is uncertain.
Ashley squeezes my hand, and I force myself to look back as the final card is revealed.
“Change is coming,” Esmerelda says. “Whether or not you’re ready for it.”
My jaw ticks. I don’t know how a card with a crumbling tower on it tells her that, but sure. Love, uncertainty, change. It’s basically the plot of every season of this show.
“Well, thanks.” I stand and offer Ashley a hand.
“Wow,” she breathes. “That was cool, right? What do you think it means?”
“Sure.” I force a smile. “Let’s go find that funnel cake.”
I’m no more informed about my future, but one thing’s clear: Mia’s fucking with me, and she’s getting an earful as soon as I drop Ashley off.
I find her in the kitchen, leading what looks like an impromptu cooking class.
“What’re you making?” slips out before I can stop it.
“Pasta,” Mia replies flatly, barely looking up.
“You can make pasta?”
“Aren’t you Italian? Shouldn’t you know all about making pasta…”
“My mom’s Italian, but…” I trail off. “I was talking aboutyou.”
Summer bounces over to me. “Did you know you had a little chef on your hands? We also made a sourdough starter.” She lifts a glass jar of lumpy, off-white goo like it’s a trophy.
“Nice,” I offer, then shift closer to Mia, leaning against the counter beside her. “I didn’t know you liked cooking.”
She shrugs. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
Which is true enough. It’s not like she’s everreallytalked to me.
“How was your date?” Victoria comes over to stand on my other side.
Ashley launches into a recap of the beach carnival and the fortune teller. Mia’s lips twitch the whole time, clearly fighting back laughter.
“Hey, Mia, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“Sure,” she says, but continues what she’s doing.
“Alone.”
She finally dusts her hands off, flour floating in the air, and follows me out to the pool patio.
