When Marcella stepped into the Palmer's caravan at an all-night fair, she had not expected to find a sexy young redhead staring into her face with the most radiant eyes.

The woman was wearing a yellow crop top and a long yellow skirt, which had a side slit extending

from the hem to her upper left thigh. The palmerster was young, probably 21 or 22, just like Marcella.

Her lips curved into a seraphic smile as she outstretched her heavily beaded right hand,

inviting Marcella to come to her.

The redhead was sitting cross-legged, with a blue orb in front of her.

The blue orb could single-handedly

light up the caravan with its dim glow. A human skull beside the woman freaked out Marcella

for a moment, but she quickly got over her fear. Honoring the woman's invitation,

Marcella walked over to where she sat. She lowered herself to the floor

and sat cross-legged, mimicking the woman's pose. Nervous? The woman asked. A little, yes,

Marcella replied, as she gave her palm to the woman. I'm Giselle, anyway.

I'm...

Marcella.

Giselle smiled.

How did you?

Marcella cocked an eye at her.

I'm a psychic, darling, Giselle said.

I can effortlessly read a person's mind and find out some basic information. If the psychic had

so effortlessly read her mind to know her name, that meant she could read her other thoughts as well.

Does she know I find her sexy? Yes, beautiful, Giselle said,But I was hoping to hear it from your mouth.'

"'Oh my gosh!'

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