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"YIEEEEEEEEEPEEEEYYY!!! MY BABY FINALLY HAVE A BOYFRIEND!" Mom yelled like a teenager while Dad was prancing around after I told them what happened yesterday evening. "Mom, He's not my boyfriend---" "But soon to be...hehehehehe" Mom giggled so I rolled my eyes. "I have a feeling that the boy is the one destined for you! Imagine? Who would invite you without a reason?!" Dad added. "I bet he likes you!" Mom teased me with a grin on her face. "Nah...I'm pretty sure he was just being nice," I told them. "What's his surname, baby?" Dad asked right away. "Secret!!! AHAHA!" I laughed but nobody else joined me. I pouted at their blank reaction. "His surname is Ro-----"

*Ding Dong* "Ooooh! Our visitor!" Mom quickly rushed to the door and it ejected an old lady wearing an ethnic costume. "Madame meet our one and only daughter. Baby, Meet Madame Vickie, the expert destiny teller." Mom grinned and she guides Madame Vickie to sit on the sofa. "What is your name?" She asked me as she grabbed my palm. "I'm Paige Bevis----" "and you love black" Madame Vickie cut me off. I nodded. "I saw four things about you and the guy you are destined with." That destiny teller said to me. "Not gonna be rude but I don't believe in destiny. I never did." I told her and she just shook her head.

"The first one, you'll be living with your destined guy in the same building." She stated, rubbing my palm. "Yipeeee!!!" Mom giggled. "Building? But I didn't buy any room in a condominium or so what so I guess 'destiny' isn't real." I asserted that it made my parents pout. "Don't chu worry, Baby. We will buy a condo for you!!" Dad told me and Mom shrieked so loud.

"What else, Madame Vickie?" Mom asked with a smile on her face. Madame Vickie dragged my hand and she draws something on it. "You don't like his favorite food." She stated. I raised my brow as I heard her sentence.

"The next one, his name consists of exactly eleven letters." She added. Eleven letters? Is it Roman Reigns? Hehehe... "Mom, let's count each and everyone's name!" Dad said to Mom and they pranced around.

"What's the last thing, Madame Vickie?" Dad questioned. "That last thing I saw is that...you already met him twenty-three years ago." She asserted seriously. "Oh my gosh! We can't wait to meet that guy!" Mom said as she freaked out.

"I have my own principle that I can say Destiny is just a word," I said to them. "Your words, your personality, the whole you...you are really destined to that guy." Madame Vickie blurted out. "After those things prove you are destined to each other, you'll believe in Destiny." Madame Vickie let go of that words before she went away.