Prolouge.
Wilhelmina allowed Marc to drag her into the fortune tellers. "Marc, this is a load of crap-" marc turned to her. "No it isn't, Willi. I came here, seeing if I was going to get Prada or Armani from Chuck, and she said prada loafers. And then BAM. The next day he came home with them! That is no coincidence." Wilhelmina rolled her eyes. "Fine, Marc." She followed him into the small house. She turned up her nose at the sight at the tacky room she was in.
"Ah, Marc! How nice to see you!" came a husky voice. Wilhelmina raised her eyebrow at the sight of the old, worn woman. "Peggy, darling. This is Wilhelmina Slater, yes, THE Wilhelmina Slater." The old woman looked Wilhelmina up and down. "Never heard of her. You know I don't buy magazine's and watch television."
Wilhelmina was outraged. Someone dared be rude and ignorant to her! "You listen here, bi-" Marc cut across her. "LADIES! We are not here to bitch. Can we get down to business , please? And Willi, now you know she's never heard of you, maybe you'll believe what she has to say." "Humph." Wilhelmina replied, sitting down. The old woman took out a crystal ball and Wilhelmina rolled her eyes. "Show me your hand." Wilhelmina held it out, and the woman placed it on the crystal ball.
She smiled. "what do you see?" asked Marc, wide eyed. "Well, first I saw your past. A little girl, some lady called Fey Summers, Wanda whatever the hell that means, an old man, a fat blonde lady, a magazine saying MODE, and…… you at a desk." Wilhelmina froze. How the hell did this woman know about her being called Wanda?
"I'm listening. Marc, get out." Marc gasped, but left. "Now, my future." said Wilhelmina, eyes narrowed. "And none of this handsome stranger crap." The woman looked offended. "You think people would believe that?" Wilhelmina just stared at her. The woman looked into the ball. I feel like an idiot…..
"Ah, here we are. I can see a blonde woman, Christy? Chris? Holding a baby. Your just watching. Now, your with an Aussie lad, in an office ,, late. Now your at a hospital, in surgery. Ouch. Now…..a funeral. Oh, a bitchy looking blonde who looks desperate. Now, you and, Daniel, Is it? Then…some wedding, and……wow. You holding a child. Now…….all blank" said Peggy.
Wilhelmina stared at her, not sure what to feel. She stood up. "Marc! Get in here and pay the woman." She put on her sunglasses and left the building, passing her gay assistant. As she was about to ring someone, her phone rang. "What?" she answered abruptly. "willi, I didn't want to disturb you, but Christina's in labour." Sighing, Wilhelmina hung up.
"Marc! Get your ass out here and quit ringing me!"
