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think, dear,” Sophia replied. “In fact, anyone who asks receives the answer. That’s how the system works.” She went on to tell Cassandra about the energy that connects all and the positive nature of it. She spoke again of order and harmony.
    “I remember learning about energy in school,” Cassandra said, recalling that everything when broken down to its smallest form was essentially energy. “But how do you know there’s perfection and harmony at the heart of it? It’s a nice thought, but…” She shook her head.
    “Some things can’t be proved by science…or maybe they can,” Sophia chuckled. “They just haven’t been yet. Sometimes things need to be believed to be seen.”
    Cassandra was quick to correct her elderly aunt. “You mean they need to be seen to be believed, don’t you, Aunt Sophia?”
    “No, dear,” Sophia stressed. “That’s where we’ve had it wrong. You have to believe first. Once you believe, you’ll start to see life differently.”
    Cassandra felt a comforting connection to what she was hearing. Her aunt’s views, unconventional though they were, resonated deeply. “Go on,” she encouraged when the older woman didn’t continue. “This is interesting; I’d like to hear more.”
    Sophia sat back with a contented sigh. “I think that’s enough for today.” She took another sip of her tea and looked at Cassandra indirectly, the way she had the day before. “Don’t overlook the obvious, my dear. Sometimes what you’re looking for is right in front of you.”
    “But what am I looking for?” Cassandra responded, hoping for wisdom from her insightful, old aunt.
    “Your dreams, your desires,” Sophia explained. “You’ve been asking. The Universe has already answered. You just have to let them in.”
    “Let what in?” Cassandra asked, totally confused. “I don’t even know what I want.”
    “You don’t always ask with words, but the Universe knows your desires down to the tiniest detail. Your thoughts create a grid, a framework that the Universe fills in with specifics. Your job is to trust that what you want is coming to you in the perfect way, at the perfect time. Then just enjoy life, have fun, and be open to new ideas and new people.”
    New ideas? New people? Cassandra petitioned silently. How will I know?
    “You’ll know.”
    Her aunt seemed to read her mind, and it caused the tiny hairs on the back of Cassandra’s neck to stand up. Something beyond her understanding was at work. She sensed, as she had the day before, that their visit was over. As if an indistinguishable force was directing her, she stood up to leave.
    “Thank you for coming, dear,” Sophia smiled and embraced her niece. “Let’s have tea again, soon. I have some things I want to tell you.”
    The old woman’s words implied that she’d already forgotten what she’d had Cassandra write down moments before. Cassandra didn’t know how to respond. Could she be suffering from dementia? Does she actually have something important to tell me, something worthy of putting in print, or is she just lonely, wanting someone to talk to? Whatever it was, Cassandra was committed. She was determined to follow it through, sensing somehow that she needed to hear what her aunt had to say. Before she left she made tentative plans to return the following weekend.
    JACE COULDN’T believe it. He sat up, rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and ran his hands through his hair. He’d dreamed about her—the rich bitch. Of all the women he would have welcomed into his dreams, she was the last one he thought would have affected him that way.
    It left him with a bizarre mix of emotions, as though two opposing substances had been poured together, causing a chemical reaction throughout his entire being. The woman who had just yesterday aroused anger and resentment was now arousing something entirely different.
    He tried to recall what she looked like. Given his feelings the day before, she might easily have had warts