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“And the diamond shape.” Linda traces the shape between Iris’s lips on the card. “While you’re mysterious, you also crave attention. You want everyone to notice how you sparkle and shine.”
“It’s true. Right, Willow?” Iris looks to me for confirmation.
“Very true,” I say, glancing down at my own kiss card, which looks nothing like Iris’s.
Linda goes on to feed into Iris’s assumptions about herself, and I wonder if Linda is telling the truth, or if she’s done her research before arriving and figured out Iris’s personality just from her social media profiles. I start to tune out what they’re saying, watching the younger girls move closer to us in a pack. Spotting Beau and Vaughn in the near distance following after them.
My gaze stops on Rhett, who’s standing on the edge of the terrace with Brooks and Row on either side of him. All three of them are wearing khakis and button-up shirts that are open at the collar. Rhett’s shirt is white while Brooks’s is pale blue, and Row’s is a darker blue. I wonder if Rhett borrowed that shirt from one of them because how did he know to bring something a little dressier?
It doesn’t matter. He looks amazing. His hair is relatively tame, though the ends flare up as the breeze ruffles through it. He’s got his shirt sleeves already rolled up, exposing those sexy forearms of his, and my mouth goes dry when our gazes meet.
His lips curl into the faintest smile, but he looks away when Brooks speaks to him, breaking our connection. I return my attention to the lip print reader and realize Iris is rising from the chair, a big smile on her face when she faces me.
“Your turn!”
I settle into the chair, my stomach churning with nerves as I hand over the kiss card. Linda immediately examines it, holding it up in the air, squinting at it.
“What’s your name?”
“Willow,” I answer, clearing my throat.
She offers me a gentle smile. “Are you nervous?”
“A little.” I twist my hands together.
“Don’t be. This is for fun. Nothing too serious.” She sets the kiss card on the table and picks up the magnifying glass, carefully scanning both of my lipstick prints. “I like your choice of color. Very pink and soft. I take it you’re a quiet person.”
“Quieter than Iris,” I quip.
Linda offers a polite smile. “Indeed.”
She’s silent as she continues to study my lip prints, her brows drawing together as she leans in closer. I fidget in my seat, wishing I’d never done this, almost afraid of what she might say. I’m taking this far too seriously.
“The space here.” She taps at the white space between my lips. “Your cousin’s was narrower, while yours is more open. This means you’re friendly and you value the relationships you have with those you’re closest to. You’re close to your family?”
“Yes,” I admit.
“I can tell. But you’re also shy. A bit reserved. It’s in the depth of your kiss. See how light the pigmentation is?” She points at the pale pink on the cardstock. “The lighter the color, the shier you are, but you also have strict boundaries. Look at the outer edges of the print. They’re firmly defined. No one can take advantage of you.”
“Okay.” I nod, liking how everything she says sounds.
“And the lines in your lips. These?” She drags her finger along each tiny line in my upper lip print. “Mean you’re a creative soul. You think outside the box.”
I’m not sure how accurate that is but I’ll go along with it.
“Your lips are very balanced too. They’re almost the same size. This means you’re a balanced person in real life as well. And that you’re looking for a partner who’s the same. Do you have a boyfriend?” I shake my head. “Someone you’re casually seeing or that you’re interested in?”
“Well … yes.” I may as well be truthful.
“You’ll want him to be the same.” Her gaze dances with mischief when it meets mine. “Think any of the young men in attendance will participate in this little activity?”
Laughing, I shake my head. “Doubtful. You probably wouldn’t catch any of them dead in lipstick. Even for a few seconds to kiss a piece of paper.”
“That’s a shame,” Linda says with a sigh, leaning back in her chair. “I get the sense that the boy you’re interested in is here this afternoon.”
“He is,” I admit.
“A great romance is in your future.” Linda’s gaze locks with mine, as sincere as the sound of her voice. “I can also read people’s energy. You are on the cusp of falling in love.”
