Novel & Cerita A Lady's Guide To Fortune Hunting

The word came out breathlessly, almost reverently. “Disney?” My eyebrows rose. “Our first day in Florida, and you want to go to Disney?” She nodded enthusiastically, green eyes wide and bright. “Honestly? There’s nothing I’d rather do first. I’m a bit of a Disney nerd.” “Really?” I grinned, letting my hands go to her hips. “Are you telling me that Superstar Recruit and Brand-New CFO of a Fortune 250 company goes home, whips out a hairbrush, and starts singing Let it Go into it?”

This might be her…or just someone dressed in the same way. She halted as she stared at me, her eyes taking their time roaming over every feature of my face. They drifted down and looked over my appearance, from my leather jacket to my black shoes. When her examination was done, she glided to the chair across from me and took a seat. “Only one fortune per person. That’s the rule.” My eyebrows rose in surprise. “You remember me.”

And the man was not bit wrong at all. Not wanting to appear so much aloof and innocent, the young lady took a deep breath to calm her nerves and finally regain her composure back. After the death of his father, she was forced to mature fast and learn the lists of dos and don’ts of her ladyship. One thing she learned was to not let any man took an impression of her for being someone they can easily prey on. Being frozen in her feet planted on the ground with just one occurrence like this can be an indicator of being such.

He too was equally surprised, for lack of a better word. “I cannot see clearly. I am sorry.” The woman said, seeming gloomy. “Fortune magic is usually under the Lady Salina's realm, and with her still missing, my powers are limited, but they are true fortunes. I am unsure if these events are connected to one big one, or are several different ones...” “You,” Fenryn began, trying not to sound as shocked as he truly was, “you're a Celestial.”

She said. “YES!!!!” Helga pumped her fist in pure excitement. “This is our chance to be rich!!!!” She told Patrice. *Wealth? Here I come!!!!* Patrice thought as she looked at the raffle ticket in her hands.

A red dress, it is believed, can transform even the meekest and demure young lady into a strong femme fatale. I down the stairs, carrying the silver clutch purse that matched my heel. My boss was meant to go before I, and Jackson will drove me to the party while pretending to be my chauffeur, as agreed with my boss. I recall him cringing at the prospect of being my chauffeur for the evening. The boss will be accompanied by all of her security.

I said, and she immediately removed herself. "It's not much of a favour, I just need you to get me an invitation to the Girls Fiesta," she said, and I raised a brow. Rich parties again? Was Aurelia's banquet not enough? The voodoo, the blood, and the attack... I'm drained. "No," I said, and she grumbled, standing up and stomping her feet on the ground like some spoiled brat. "That carpet is worth millions. Don't let your filthy legs ruin it," I warned and turned to continue what I was doing, but she didn't give up.

I asked her where she was right away, and she told me she was closer to Melanie's house, so I requested her to stop by and enter the compound; I'd love to see her. I stepped outside the house to enjoy the comeliness of the breeze when I saw this beautiful lady walking into my compound. Her hips were tempting, and she looked beautiful and dressed in a sexy manner. "Who the hell is this girl?" I said to myself. God, it was Loretta, but how did she look this stunning and beautiful? Did she do surgery or what? My stomach growled at that moment, and I realized I'm damn hungry and needed to satisfy my stomach. Besides, Loretta is here; she would help out.

I am no longer unable to comprehend it. The night before, she was present at the blackjack table. And she had completely triumphed. I had informed her that Good Fortune was on her side. There was a possibility that she was the Lady herself, incarnate. I just adored the way that made her eyes sparkle. They had a green color. This color is emerald green. While I was watching her spend a significant amount of time winning, I referred to her as Lucky and referred to her as the color of money instead.

the woman said, scratching her crystal. Ruth sat as if hypnotized in front of the woman. The cards were laid out, and she was asked to pick. The woman opened the chosen cards one by one. “There’s a man,” the fortune teller said. It was probably Baron, no one else. “I see wealth, lots of money, and a man. You will find love.” Ruth furrowed her brow. Baron wasn’t rich; how could he be part of this fortune? This woman was probably fake, wasting her time.