As the young woman in a plain white dress reread his palms. Her relaxed expression slowly became tense.
"I'll be honest with you, sir," she said as her melodic voice echoed in his head.
"It seems you're unlucky in love."
"What do you mean?"
She blinked emphasizing her long curved lashes that had a tint of blue and red. "You will never be loved by the first woman whom you will fall in love with."
"Whatever efforts you put in, they will only be wasted. She might treat you well, but she'll never truly love you."
Zach pulled his hand away. "That's quite the unlucky curse," he said.
"That's the complete opposite of what the others told me."
"I'm only telling you what I can see."
She looked at Zach's hand with interest. "Do you want to ask for other kinds of reading too?"
"No, it's alright."
Zach stood.
