Kiara spread out her notebook, ready to decide which picture of the small wooden table looked better, when Kiara's mother called.
"Kiara!"
"What's up, Mom?"
"Have you been busy lately?"
"Not too bad. Arlong's got exams coming up, right? I'll go back to check on him."
"That's great, that's exactly what I'm calling about. Hurry back home. Your brother's exam is one thing, but there's another matter. Don't you do divinations for people? There's something I need you to take care of."
Divinations... Kiara's mouth twitched.
Did her mom seriously think of her as a fortune-teller?
"Spill it, who's in trouble this time? Am I supposed to treat a child who doesn't want to eat, or predict whether a menopausal woman's husband is cheating on her? You really should find Giorno, you know. He'd be willing to be the director for women's affairs and could handle these issues."
