Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian stepped into the shadow of a large oak tree and slowly zoomed in on the photo to read Scarlett\u2019s wishes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMay my family stay healthy and safe.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMay my career continue to progress smoothly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope to meet a good man someday.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A smile tugged irresistibly at Damian\u2019s lips.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The first wish\u2013well, as long as the Therons kept up with their check\u2013ups, that should be fine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The second he could help with indirectly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
And the third\u2026 meet a good man?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Wasn\u2019t he right here?\u00a0<\/p>\n
But how could he make her see that?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Lost in thought, he noticed an old man sitting at a small folding table a little way off, with a hand\u2013painted sign that read \u201cPsychic Readings\u201c. An idea sparked.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He glanced back at Scarlett. She was still in the crowd, completely absorbed in the street performers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian walked over to the reader.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a brief, quiet negotiation, he transferred a generous payment to the man\u2019s mobile.\u00a0<\/p>\n
By the time the acrobatics show ended, Scarlett looked around but couldn\u2019t spot Damian. Suddenly, she felt a tap on her shoulder.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLooking for me, sweetheart?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She turned to find Damian standing there, a necklace dangling from his outstretched hand. He tilted his head, a bright, tender smile on his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a second, her heart fluttered\u2013but she quickly looked away. \u201cIt\u2019s getting late. We should head back.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
As she turned to go, Damian caught her wrist. \u201cStay a little longer.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Scarlett glanced down at his hand. \u201cLet go first.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cOnly if you promise to stay with me a while more.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He released her, but at the same time pressed the necklace into her palm. \u201cSaw it at one of the stalls. It\u2019s not fancy. Just thought you might like it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett held the delicate chain. She wasn\u2019t used to luxury pieces, but she could tell this wasn\u2019t some cheap trinket. Feeling awkward, she tried to hand it back. \u201cDamian, I can buy my own jewelry. Thank you, but you really don\u2019t have to.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing her refusal, Damian took it back. His expression darkened. \u201cIf you don\u2019t want it, I\u2019ll just toss it.\u201d He drew his arm back as if to throw it into the nearby bushes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDamian!\u201d Scarlett stared at him, exasperated. \u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He met her gaze evenly. \u201cYou said you didn\u2019t want it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean you just throw it away! It still cost money.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A smile returned to his lips. \u201cSo, do you want it or not?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett opened her mouth to refuse again, but Damian raised his hand\u2013the necklace still safely curled in his palm. \u201cLast chance,\u201d he said, his tone suddenly serious. \u201cDo you want it?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
It was as if, if she said no again this time, he really would cast it aside for good.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had a way of backing her into a corner. Sighing in defeat, she said, \u201cFine. Give it here. I\u2019ll hold onto it for now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Satisfied, Damian placed it back into her hand.\u00a0<\/p>\n
They continued walking. The crowd had thinned out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As they passed a small canopy with a few tables, an older man in loose, bohemian\u2013style clothing called out, \u201cYoung lady, wait a moment.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett turned. The man had a short, salt\u2013and\u2013pepper beard and an air of weathered wisdom. He looked like the kind of intuitive reader you might find at a street fair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She pointed to herself, confused. \u201cMe?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The man gestured to the empty chair across from him. \u201cSit. Let me read for you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett offered a polite smile. \u201cNo, thank you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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\u201cDon\u2019t worry,\u201d he said warmly. \u201cI won\u2019t charge you if it doesn\u2019t ring true. Think of it just as a conversation.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She was still hesitating when Damian gave her a gentle nudge. \u201cGo on. Let\u2019s hear what he has to say.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The reader nodded. \u201cExactly. Sometimes it helps to talk things through.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Eventually, Scarlett sat down.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After asking for her birth date, the man spent a few moments in quiet contemplation, his half\u2013closed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Then he spoke softly, \u201cYou work in healing\u2026 a doctor, yes? You\u2019re capable, but you haven\u2019t yet reached your full potential. There\u2019s a strong energy of success around you\u2013in time, you\u2019ll achieve great recognition. But your current marriage\u2026\u201d He paused, his tone turning sympathetic. \u201cIt\u2019s become a weight. It drains your spirit and clouds your focus. Carrying it longer will only exhaust you further. Some ties are meant to be released\u2013the sooner you make a clean break, the sooner you\u2019ll find your footing.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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