Adrian didn't know Annabelle believed in anything as whimsical as fortune-telling.
If anything, he had always imagined her to be far too practical, far too grounded in sharp logic and unshakeable discipline.
Yet the moment she paused in front of the crooked little shop with its dangling wind chimes and faint scent of incense, her curiosity flared like a spark catching on dry wood. And when she quietly murmured, "Let's… just take a look," he found himself unable to refuse her.
So he didn't resist. He simply let her walk in first and followed behind, brushing aside a bead curtain that clinked softly like tiny bones tapping together.
