Mystic Megan stared intently into the crystal ball. ‘I see a long and happy future for both of you. Wedding bells. Children.’
Ellie squealed. ‘That’s wonderful! Did you hear that, Matthew? We’re going to live happily ever after.’
I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
‘Mystic Megan’ was actually Annabel Wilson. When she wasn’t telling fortunes, she was a florist. We’d