Derek

The room is filled with the scent of wax and dried herbs. A group of four girls sits on the floor, covered with a red terry rug. Candles are placed around them, the flames flickering only occasionally in a barely perceptible draft.
Whispers and speculation about what the girls will do fill the room. The atmosphere is enveloping, like melted candle wax spreading across a palm. They haven't gotten together like this in a long time, which makes the meeting even more comfortable.
"The atmosphere is certainly... romantic, but when can we begin?" Lana quietly asks Lisa, who's sitting across from her. She merely muttered, "Just a minute," and continued attaching the mirror. For some reason, no one had thought about this during the day.
Having prepared everything necessary, the girls sat down in a circle, in the middle of which stood that very mirror.
The girls took turns sitting in front of the mirror and performing the necessary actions to discover the name of their betrothed. When it came to you, the girl sat down, and at that moment there was a knock at the door. She shivered involuntarily, and when the door opened, Derek appeared on the threshold with his usual catlike grin.

• What are you doing, girls? - His gaze slid to you and froze.

You've known him for a long time, but you never even thought that one day, when you decide to tell his fortune, he'll find out and want you to be his fiancé.