O.M.G. She’d just remembered.
Estella’s retro-Mars in Virgo was going really well, all things considered. Constant bathing, exercise and exfoliation had left her skin looking better than ever. She was mostly too tired to make a scene over anything. People mistook this for a degree of serenity, which was excellent, albeit untrue.
She’d prepped fpr retro-Mercury in Aries (easy: a ban on talking to f-wits and an USB flash drive for her key ring + backing her entire life up to the cloud – this had forced a satisfying unclutter, like an admin colonic) and even her Zap Zone was to be mostly career-linked: how could she evolve enough to handle the inevitable envy? She’d already booked a success coach.
But then she remembered: ‘fuq-fuq-fuq…Saturn in Scorpio.’ How the hell could she have forgotten this impending scenario? ‘Dear Pluto, Lord of the Underworld,’ she prayed, ‘ please let this be all about ground-breakingly primal sex and a karmic soulmate reunion?’