"Maria Myris?" Vivi asked as she furrowed her eyebrows. She had never heard of the name that Cecile had just uttered.
"Are you going to ask who is this person?" asked Cecile as she crossed her arms and raised one of her eyebrows.
"Tch! No," said Vivi.
"Alright," Cecile nodded. "Do it then."
"What? Right now?" asked Vivi. "Don't you want your lovey-dovey husband to be here?"
"No," Cecile shook her head. "There are some things that even you fortune-tellers shouldn't meddle with."
"Don't mock me," said Vivi as she smirked. "Do you know how rare it is for fortune-tellers, to come and give her service to the world? At least give me some respect."
Cecile smirked. "Alright, miss fortune-teller, can you humbly accept my request?"
"That is not sincere, never mind," said Vivi as she lightly pouted.
