𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘, 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐘| Miguel Diaz [COMPLETED]

𝒙𝒍𝒗𝒊𝒊. girls' night out

chapter forty-seven:
❛ girls' night out ❜

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FLASHBACK TO JULY 2019

The air in India was thick with the scent of incense, the warmth of the sun still lingering in the late afternoon. Arizona stood at the edge of a bustling market in a small village, her eyes scanning the crowded stalls. Diego was beside her, his face lit with excitement as he tugged her towards a narrow alleyway. The street was lined with small shops and colorful fabrics, but what caught Arizona's attention was an old wooden sign that hung just slightly askew. "Fortune Teller" was written in faded gold lettering, the words almost obscured by years of wear.

"You know I don't believe in this stuff," Arizona said, her voice skeptical. She wasn't much of a believer in anything mystical. She was too grounded in the realities of life, shaped by the violence and anger she'd been carrying for so long.

Diego grinned, his mischievous eyes sparkling. "Come on, just give it a shot. It'll be fun. Besides, what's the worst that could happen?" His voice had the kind of enthusiasm that was hard to ignore.

Reluctantly, Arizona followed him through the archway and into the small, dimly lit room. The smell of burning sage filled her nostrils, and her eyes adjusted to the faint glow of candles scattered around the space. The room was cluttered with worn rugs, an assortment of trinkets, and shelves lined with curious objects—stones, feathers, and beads.

Sitting at the center of the room was an older woman, her face weathered with age and wisdom, her hair long and streaked with silver. Her eyes gleamed in the candlelight, and when she saw Arizona and Diego, she smiled, though it wasn't a comforting smile. It was knowing, almost as if she had been waiting for them.

"Sit," the woman said, her voice soft but commanding.

Diego immediately took a seat across from her, clearly intrigued. Arizona, however, hesitated, her arms crossed defensively. She didn't want to entertain any notions of fate or destiny. She just wanted to be left alone, to move forward from her past. But there was something in the air, a strange energy that coaxed her to sit down beside her brother.

The fortune teller placed her hands on the table and closed her eyes, taking a deep, deliberate breath. For a long moment, she didn't speak, and Arizona felt the weight of silence pressing in. Then, the woman's eyes fluttered open and locked onto Arizona's with startling intensity.

"Your anger runs deep," the fortune teller said, her voice calm yet full of undeniable conviction. "You carry it in your heart, in your every movement. It's what guides you, but it is also what holds you back."