Web Fic
116
116
Erica looked momentarily surprised upon hearing Camila’s words, but she quickly regained her composure and asked, “Jealous?”
Camila let out a resigned laugh. “What I mean is that he’s not into me because he shouldn’t have let me see that lipstick mark.”
Erica thought for a moment. “Maybe he wanted you to see it? Perhaps he was just testing you and trying to get your reaction.” Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.
Camila was taken aback, amused, “Testing me? Why?”
Maybe he’s interested in you and wants to see if you’d get jealous or upset,” Erica suggested.
Have you ever considered that he might actually be into you?” She pressed on.
Camila fell silent. “He and I are from different worlds. I don’t want to think about it. Right now, I just want to focus on my job. Nothing
else matters.”
Erica shook her head. “People who are self–made don’t really hold onto class notions. It’s not like he’s from some old–money dynasty.”
“Let’s not talk about him anymore. I’m so full. Let’s pay the bill and go for a walk,” Camila changed the subject, signaling the waiter for the check.
Erica clicked her tongue. “Alright, no mentioning that man.”
The two left the restaurant and started walking towards the overpass.
There weren’t many people on the overpass, but there were a few stalls selling trinkets. One particularly noticeable old man stood out, with a crystal ball laid out in front of him, draped in a dark robe, exuding a mysterious yet benevolent aura. He seemed to have poor vision and was wearing a pair of sunglasses.
While the old man was distracted, a scruffy little boy stealthily took some money from his open purse. The old man felt someone touch his purse, and, groping inside, he found it empty. He chuckled, seemingly not too bothered by it.
Camila saw this and shouted angrily, “Hey! Give the money back!” She chased after the boy, but unfortunately, her high heels slowed her down, and the boy vanished in no time.
With her hands on her hips, Camila fumed as she watched the boy disappear from sight. If not for her shoes, she would have caught him. Her morning runs weren’t for nothing.
Erica, panting, caught up to her and asked breathlessly, “Did he get away?”
“Yes,” Camila frowned.
Camila held Erica’s arm and walked back to the old man’s stall. She asked softly, “Sir, are you alright?”
The old man looked up, smiled, and said, “It’s alright.” He seemed to have seen through the trivial disturbances of the world and didn’t mind such small matters.
Camila glanced at the old man’s stall and sat down, saying, “Sir, could you read my fortune?”
The old man nodded with a smile, “Give me your hand.”
Camila extended her hand, and the old man gently touched her palm lines, withdrawing his hand after a moment. He spoke slowly, “My dear, you are destined for great wealth and love, cherished
by your parents, respected by your siblings…”
Camila looked at Erica, who pursed her lips, holding back a laugh.
The old man continued, “The man meant for you appeared when you were seventeen, and you share a deep connection. He is talented. smart, witty, and capable. He plays a significant role in your life. But your journey together won’t be smooth sailing. It will involve some twists and challenges. Only through these tests will your love grow stronger.”
Camila nodded, taking out a hundred dollars and placing it in the old man’s purse, “Thank you, sir. I wish you good health. I must be going
Enca, linking arms with Camila, walked away before whispering with a chuckle, “That didn’t seem accurate at all