On the 27^th of May, four airplanes arrive at a Monte Carlo airport. The warm weather greets each guest as they each enter a separate taxi.

Nia looks out of her taxi’s window and stares out into the shimmering sea below the winding road. A soft melody from the early 70s like that of a lullaby, plays on the radio with soothing feminine vocals accompanying it. Nia leans to the other side to avoid the sun’s blinding rays and starts falling asleep.

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“It’s good, I’m sure of it!”

Nia’s tears fall from her face as she sits in a chair and clutching a fountain pen.

“I’m sorry Mr. Cash. My parents…”

“Don’t concern yourself with them! You must think about what you really want for your future!”

“I guess so, but after what they did…”

“I’m telling you; they should not decide what happens. They’ve brought this on themselves, not on you.”

Nia looks up and sees the gentle face of Jean Cash. His words began filling her body with a warmth that exists only on the best sunny days.

“Okay, but I’m still scared.” She trembles.

“I know, and I’ll help you in any way I can.”

“Thank you, Mr. Cash.” Nia sighs.

She stands up and shakes his hand, hoping he never lets go.

Two months later, Nia finds herself in an office next to a scenic bayou. Jean Cash is waiting for her there, tapping a pack of cards on the table.

“Hello Nia, how are you doing?”

“I’m better now. Therapy can be hard sometimes, but it helps so much.”

Mr. Cash smiles. “I know you’re wanting to play a game.”

Nia smirks. “I think you’re more excited, but I’ll be happy to play.”

Mr. Cash shuffles and deals the cards, giving five to Nia.

Nia picks them up and looks at them.

“You always attract the clubs.”

Nia tries to keep her poker face but fails.

“Don’t worry, I don’t know which clubs you have. The club suit in cards represents knowledge.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and you seem to embody that yourself.”

Nia blushes while a loud boat cruises down the bayou.

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The taxi runs over a pothole filled with rainwater, waking Nia up. The taxi driver tells her that they’ll be at the castle in 5 minutes. Nia nods and looks at the card that came in her letter.