Page 10 of Twin Flames
She delicately dissolved his concerns and assured him that she loved things just as they were. Daniel was relieved and said no more on the subject.
After James, she’d shut down that part of herself and wasn't willing to open Pandora’s box. Cara was sexually charged, but she had made a conscious decision to curb her sensual nature, and it had been firmly under control, until now. Until George.
The morning after the hen night, Cara put the strange revelations down to an excess of white wine and high spirits. Psychics loved to create drama. It didn’t mean it was true.
Now, shaking her head to break the spell, she called her friend, Alice, for a quick catch up and asked if she remembered the name of the psychic. Fortunately, she did. Cara called Sylvia’s number, and after a brief enquiry, she booked a reading for that afternoon. Her stomach churned at the thought, and she reflected on her impulsive behaviour. It wasn’t like her at all, but she felt a strong urge to talk to Sylvia.
You fool. You know damn well what prompted this urge.
Yes, well, fool or not, I need to talk to someone about these visions, or I’m going to lose my mind.
She headed to her office to prepare for the Seville trip before the appointment with Sylvia. It wasn’t long until her attentionwandered and she found herself holding George’s business card, fighting an irresistible desire to call him. She shook her head and called her father instead.
‘Hi, Cari. How are you, my darling?’
‘I’m good Dad, thanks. I just wanted to see how you’re doing.’
His voice dropped an octave, and she heard his concern. ‘Is everything okay? You don’t sound like your usual bubbly self.’
How did he know? I only said a few words.
She reassured him all was well and didn’t mention her fall or the appointment with the psychic. He would worry, and there was no point giving him something else to worry about, all alone in that big, rambling house. Since he sold his blue-chip company and retired, he had a lot of time on his hands. Her adoptive father was a kind-hearted man, but she doubted he would understand what she was going through now.
He was relieved she had settled down with Daniel although he had initially been disappointed to hear she was marrying a man so much her senior. He wanted grandchildren. Cara was his only child, and she would inherit his fortune. He had been Cara’s anchor ever since he’d rescued her from the children’s home. She called him as often as she could, just for a chat and to hear his voice.
She loved her father and had never known another parent. She tried not to think about what would have become of her in that dismal children’s home if he hadn’t shown up that day. She doubted the other kids were as fortunate.
Thanks to her father, Cara had enjoyed a stable upbringing; albeit not traditional with a mother, father and siblings, but she had grown up with an abundant source of love and support.
Several hours later, nerves clawed at her empty stomach as she took a seat outside Sylvia’s office. She’d pictured a dark and dingy setting with a crystal ball, but the waiting area was clean, bright and modern. An exquisitely dressed, professional-lookingwoman with designer sunglasses perched on her head emerged from the office. Perhaps coming here for guidance wasn’t crazy.
Breathe Cara, breathe.
The psychic ushered Cara in with a charming smile. Cara took a seat opposite Sylvia, on a shabby chic, green chair and pasted a smile on her face.
‘How can I help you, my dear?’ asked Sylvia. She had cat-like, all-knowing eyes; the bright green pupils were flecked with threads of vibrant gold.
‘Thanks for seeing me at such short notice. I met you years ago at a hen party, and you predicted some pretty fantastic things. I have to admit I promptly put them out of my mind. Until recently…’
‘I see. Well, why don’t you tell me what’s going on and let’s see how I can help.’
‘I met someone, and everything’s become dreadfully confusing,’ said Cara.
‘Ah, yes. That can happen.’ Sylvia nodded and waited for her to continue, her green eyes curious.
Cara had planned not to share much detail; she wanted to see what Sylvia sensed, without feeding her clues. Cara was sceptical but desperate to understand what was going on between her and George.
‘I’d love to know what you see in the cards for me.’
Sylvia shuffled the decks. ‘Tell me when to stop.’
Cara waited. One card jumped out, mid-shuffle. She took it as her cue and called, ‘Stop.’
‘Let’s begin with the wild card as it so obviously wanted to be read,’ said Sylvia.
Cara’s heart pounded, her throat was tight.
‘Your career forecast is smooth, but there’s major turbulence ahead in your personal life. You’re going to be required to carve out time to allow love in. You need to balance the professionaland personal because there’s a lot of passion coming your way this year. I see that you invest most of your energy into your career. Your soul won’t permit this one-dimensional living anymore; it’s going to make sure it attracts your attention. This man is the beginning of a new chapter for you.’
