Shit, had she been at the party?
“I—"
“Just think of me as a listener.” Her eyes twinkled. “Sometimes just having the ear of a stranger who is outside of the situation can be good and make you feel a little lighter.”
“That’s really nice and all, but I’m kind of a private person. But thanks, though.”
Zoey shook her head. “Stop. This is Madison. Her life imploded tonight. Can you help her?”
“Zoey!” Four eyes were judging me.
“What? The first step to fixing things is to deal with the truth, right? Maybe she can help.”
I shrugged, realizing I didn’t even know what in the hell had happened to my life anymore. The psychic reminded me of my Grandma Fern. Who knew? Maybe she could help somehow. (The psychic, not Grandma Fern.) “She’s right. I don’t know what I’m doing. Sometimes I’m wrong, so wrong about things. Basically, my decision-making skills when it comes to men are as good as a squirrel crossing the street.”
“Truth. She doesn’t even need alcohol to make a bad decision.” Zoey passionately nodded. “Madison deserves great things like a fairy godmother who can help her. Don’t we all have fairy godmothers watching over us or some shit?”
“Well, I’m pretty sure my fairy godmother is drunk in a corner somewhere. I’ve wasted so much time and energy on a man who clearly didn’t give a crap about me.”
She looked at me thoughtfully. “I see.”
My voice cracked. “I’ve had many failed relationships, but I truly thought he was the one. You know? I just wanted to be right about that, but now I realize I’m just an idiot.”
“Pain can bring growth.”
Really? Is she really telling me this right now? “Well, I don’t want to sound bitchy or anything, but that advice sucks.”
She let out a sigh. “I agree. It’s not easy to hear when it’s so fresh. But you will come to see when you look back, that this was a time that made you grow into a stronger woman.”
Growth from a cheating bastard? WTF? “Okay, I don’t really like where this is going. I thought maybe you could help me out. That you had a voodoo doll or something in the back that could come in handy on a night like tonight.”
Her head dropped back as she laughed. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m a psychic, not a magician.”
Why in the hell was I there to begin with? “Then tell me what to do. I make terrible decisions when it comes to men. I just hate everything about my life right now.”
“You hate your life?” She raised a brow.
“No, well, today I do. I hate it all today. I wish things were different.” She blurred in my vision as tears returned. “I wishIwas different.”
She pulled a little package of tissues from her pocket and pushed it across to me.
“Things can be different.” She put her hand over mine. “You’re young; so much time for you to find your way.”
Zoey cleared her throat. “Can you just tell her what to do? What would help her?”
“I can tell you that you will get through this and come out the other side a stronger, wiser person.”
I didn’t even try to conceal my eye roll. “Whatever.”
She took my hand in hers and leaned forward. “Do you want to be different? To get to a new place in life and be the best version of yourself?”
Her eyes zeroed in on my own. “Yes.”
She nodded her head. “I believe it’ll happen.” She patted my hand once more and let it go. “And you don’t have to fly off to Los Angeles next week to find it.”
Zoey slammed her hand on the table. “Shut the front door! How did you know she was going there next week?”
She stood up.
