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"What were you going to say to her?" He looks down at me.
"That we're not in love." I say in a duh tone.
He smiles and leans forward.
"You're in denial, princess. You're in denial of what we both know is going to happen...
Jasmine, Chloe, and I decided to go with Emily to a Victoria Secret store. A few blocks after the store, we saw a gypsy sign.
A gypsy is a member of a traveling people traditionally living by itinerant trade and fortune-telling.
Jasmine decided that she wants fortune-telling and we followed the sign and ended up standing here in this some sort of antique shop.
"She's talking to you." Chloe nudges me.
I look at the creepy looking old lady with dark hair and beads hanging around her neck.
"Excuse me?" I speak.
"Your husband, you went to London with your husband." She says.
"Oh, I'm not married." I laugh.
"But I can feel it coming." She says.
I raise an eyebrow. "What?"
"Your wedding."
What the heck?
"I'm not even engaged yet," I tell her, looking at her weirdly.
I don't believe in this stuff. It's crazy.
"He has dark hair and brown eyes. You both went to London a few months ago." She says and that catches me.
Liam's hair is black and he has brown eyes.
"Are you sure about what you're saying?" I ask.
She gives me a smile. "Yes, I never get it wrong. You're going to make a beautiful bride and your husband is a very handsome man." She closes her eyes. "He's also very rich."
"I'm rich too," I tell her.
"But you'll be richer after the wedding." She smiles knowingly.
"This is getting weirder, I'm out of here." I head out and wait outside for my friends.
That's the weirdest thing I've ever experienced.
But is she right though?
Is Liam going to propose?
Am I ready to marry him? Heck yes!
****
I sigh as I enter my room. What a day!
I look over my couch and I see a bouquet of roses with some designer shopping bag.
There's a knock on my door so I ask the person to come in. A maid comes in and I smile at her.
"These were brought when you were out with your friends, Miss Smith." She says after she motions at my couch.
"By who?"
"A driver from the blacks."
I nod my head. "Thanks, Dorothy."
She leaves and I notice a note tucked in the roses. I take it and a smile grows on my face as I read it.
My mum dragged me to go shopping with her so I got you these. Love you. -L.
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