Destiny's Three Stars

4

"Do you see him anywhere?" Morta asked in my ear.

I scanned the room, trying to find Michael. There were plenty guys at the restaurant, all with girls sitting across from them. I was hoping Michael wasn't one of them.

What would happen if my match was with someone other than me? I wasn't a jealous person but I didn't like to share. I wasn't going to make a scene over something stupid but I would be fuming nonetheless.

I shook my head. "No."

The host gestured for us to follow him and we walked into the restaurant. Morta gave him a tip to keep us away from the bathroom which resulted in a table in the middle of the room. A grande piano sat near us and there was a young girl playing something softly. Mangelica was more of an upscale restaurant, known for their seafood. Morta liked it but we didn't go often as it was pricey.

We sat down at the table and Nona started blabbering like she always did. Decuma faked interest but Morta was engrossed in her menu.

My heart started racing and I turned to look at the host. He was talking to two men in black, menus in his arm. I recognized one as the man from the store and the other as Michael. He didn't seem to notice me, which I was grateful for.

I elbowed Morta and moved my eyes for her to see him.

She raised her eyebrows at me then looked his way. "That's Michael?" Her voice became breathy and worry lines creased her forehead.

I looked at the other sisters who were now looking at Michael and the other man with him. They were being more discrete about it while I was just staring. All three were worried and that made me nervous. Decuma said Michael was trouble and I was starting to believe her. The sisters didn't get worried often.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

Morta pulled a pen and a piece of paper from her purse and scribbled something down quickly. Then she pushed the paper into my hand quickly.

Glancing down at it, I noticed three words I wasn't expecting. He's the devil.

My heart started pounding in my chest. I took the pen from her and wrote my own message back. Michael?

No, his father.

It all made sense. Everything clicked into place. His father was the man in line at the store. As innocent as it had seemed at the time, it was far from it. The Devil was a sinister man who could turn the best of people into monsters.

The host took the two to the other side of the restaurant and I ran my fingers through my hair.

"What am I supposed to do now? God must have set me up with him for a reason."

"There's no talk of Michael in the celestial world. Maybe he's not as bad as his father." Nona said.

Decuma rolled her eyes. "His father is still the Devil. I don't want him with Destiny if he could kill her with the flick of a wrist."

"God could do that." Nona said, cocking her head to the side.

"He wouldn't do that without good reason. The Devil would do it just because he could."

"What if this is Destiny's only chance at love?"

"We can't make these decisions on our own." Morta said. "We should pray for Destiny."