All eyes on you. Today, even your shadow has fans.
Venus is holding court in your sign and everyone’s desperately auditioning for your approval. Pluto retrograde across the way is the salty judge critiquing your Pride lewk from behind oversized sunglasses. Saturday is your runway: dress for the scandal you want, not the one you have. With the Moon waxing in Virgo, everyone wants you to be practical, but you’re more house of extravaganza than house of commons. James Burrows dies and sitcoms lose their laugh track? You’re here to produce your own laugh reel live, baby. Shine, but don’t forget to shout out the background dancers (or the friend who brings you your sixth iced coffee). Mercury-Jupiter in Cancer brings “chosen family dinner” energy. Forgive a frenemy, roast a friend, and remember: no one ever accused Leo of not being entertaining enough.
That was the vibe check.
The Drip fits every Leo. The Oracle is couture: your exact chart, down to the minute.
