What's the number one thing people come to psychics for? Matters of the heart. And that means Valentine's Day is a very, very good money-maker for a tarot card reader. Plus both of my brothers are actually psychic. I have to stay on theme to fit in with the family, right? Just because the magic woo-woo gene skipped me doesn't mean I can't have my fun.
So I'm back home for the Valentine's Day Carnival, ready to dispense romantic advice at ten bucks a pop to all the people who hate my family. Money's money. Sure, I'd rather skin myself alive than play to a crowd most days, but I've still got bills to pay.
Of course, it's not all bad. There's a few friendly faces. One in particular, anyway: Morgan Woods. Friend of my brother's, and he apparently remembers me. For all the right reasons.
Too bad all I can focus on are those cheekbones and that smile.
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