Becca shivered. “Okay, now the ball.”

Liz rubbed her hands over the glass ball and looked closely into it.

Becca leaned in, but she saw nothing but her own face.

“I see you at a birthday party. Is it yours?” Liz asked.

“Could be. My birthday is coming up soon,” Becca said.

Liz kept her eyes on the ball. Becca was a Scorpio. No wonder she was so biting, with that zodiac sign. “You thrive under intensity. You like adversity, but your dreams are bearing down on you, and you have an ongoing thorn in your side right now. Balance is not easy for you. You are drawn like a moth to the flame when it comes to drama. You like to stir up trouble, and you are good at it. You need to let go of the control issue in your life and let your heart lead you. Those around you want one thing, but your heart wants something different, Becca. The reason you are in conflict between heart and head is because you are walking close to the cliff when you give in to your head. Let your heart lead you away from the edge of that cliff, and success in romance, business, and life will be yours.”

Becca stood up so fast the chair fell backwards with a loud crash.

“I don’t love Raylen,” she said bluntly. “I love him as a friend with all my heart. I’d kill for him as a friend, but I don’t want to marry him. Daddy says it’s either him or Dewar and has given me until June to make my decision or he’s going to cut me off.”

“Sit down.” Liz got to her feet and set the chair back up.

“Tell me more. I don’t care what it costs.” Becca’s face had turned ashen and tears welled up behind her eyelashes, but she sat down and held her hands out.

“You’ve paid enough, Becca,” Liz said as she covered Becca’s hands with hers. “ I was raised in the carnival. I love it, but something in my heart keeps pointing me to another way of life. It’s not easy. I want both but that’s not an option. Mama says I have wings, not roots. Pulling the feathers out of my wings is not easy, but I do it every day because I’m determined to put down roots. Listen to your heart, Becca.”

“I don’t want to be poor,” she whispered.

“It’s the foreman, isn’t it?” Liz asked.

Becca dabbed at her eyes with a tissue she pulled from her purse. “Taylor is his name. He’s ten years older than I am, and he asked me to marry him. Daddy will fire him on the spot and cut me off.”

“You sure about that? Talk to your dad. Can’t do any more damage than what you’ve already worked up in your mind. Take Taylor with you and have an adult conversation with your father. Tell him you are ready to start working instead of playing. I bet you have a good head for organization and figures. It goes with the Scorpio sign,” Liz said.