CHAPTER ELEVEN – KNOW YOUR FORTUNE

A young woman with vibrant blue hair was creating intricate designs on people's hands with what looked like a reddish-brown paste. "It's henna," explained a girl standing next to Rebecca. "It's temporary body art from India. Isn't it beautiful?" Rebecca watched, fascinated, as the artist swiftly drew delicate flowers and swirls on a customer's hand. "It's gorgeous," she breathed. The blue-haired artist looked up and smiled. "Would you like to try? I'm Zoe, by the way." Before she knew it, Rebecca found herself sitting on a stool, her hand outstretched as Zoe began to work. As the cool paste was applied to her skin, Rebecca and Zoe chatted easily. "I'm not from around here," Zoe explained. "I travel from festival to festival, sharing my art. There's something magical about festivals, don't you think? Everyone comes together, forgetting their differences for a day." Rebecca nodded enthusiastically. "I've never experienced anything like this before. It's... liberating." Zoe paused