When Emily reached the shop, she wanted to back out more
 
 than she could say. She didn’t think she had the courage to go
 
 through with asking the same person, twice, to be her fake
 
 wife. Would she have to grovel? Would Dani study her with
 
 those knowing, grassy eyes? It was her eyes that were most
 
 discomfiting. She had ancient eyes. The kind of eyes that
 
 belonged to someone so much older.
 
 Emily’s hand paused on the metal handle of the glass door.
 
 The shop was as well illuminated as before, all the little boxes
 
 of crystals and tarot decks in their same spots. Emily wasn’t
 
 sure what she was expecting. Something much different, now
 
 that Dani had changed her mind? She had seemed so against
 
 the idea, but now it appeared she’d given it some thought. Or
 
 maybe she just got a kick out of watching Emily grovel.
 
 Hidden camera style. She couldn’t shake the idea once
 
 she’d thought of it.
 
 Even though she didn’t want to debase herself again and go
 
 for another lecture, Emily knew she’d grovel if she had to. If it
 
 meant getting to follow her dreams instead of being stuck with
 
 a career she hated, she was willing to do more than grovel.
 
 With her mind made up, Emily pushed open the door. The
 
 other girl from last time, the nicer one, wasn’t there. It was just
 
 Dani behind the counter. She had an emerald silk scarf that
 
 matched her eyes almost exactly wrapped around braids
 
 woven together and pinned on top her head. She was wearing
 
 another black blouse tucked into black skinny jeans, but this
 
 time they weren’t so ripped up. Her flat canvas shoes
 
 somehow looked alright with the outfit. Even though it was
 
 half formal, half over the top casual, Dani had the kind of
 
 body that could pull it off. Her killer curves and tiny waist