Seeing her, Miranda broke into a smile. "Of course."

Miranda's gaze shifted past the girl standing in front of her, landing on Wendy who was accompanying her.

From a distance, Wendy waved cheerfully, clearly understanding that Sunny

wanted to have a private chat, so she stayed back.

Miranda and Sunny found a nearby park to sit in, where kids occasionally dashed around, some even running up just to get a better look at them.

"Wow, you're so pretty," they would say, before scurrying off, bashfully.

"I don't think I've ever told you my story," Sunny began softly. "I did write about it once, but that was more about their story than mine."

Miranda was there to listen. She knew Sunny had a strong need to talk, to unburden herself. As for why she specifically sought out Miranda – perhaps it was because Miranda had helped her achieve her own form of justice.

is incredibly important to me. Even though she knows about my past, she doesn't really know the whole story. From the moment I first

as she looked at Miranda. Seeing Sunny now, Miranda realized she

always been curious about Dorian's feelings for Sunny, which seemed to be far more passionate

imprisoned and tormented Arabella because of Sunny. While Miranda had a role in all this, she knew the real trigger for Dorian was witnessing Sunny's manic state and hearing

brothers were a peculiar bunch, but for Dorian to be so deeply affected, his feelings for Sunny had to be unique.

deliberately mentioned Sunny in front of Dorian, which was why she asked Wendy and Sunny to act like that as

but she was just as

a distinct mental state that set them apart from the rest.

at the mere mention of Sunny's

wouldn't choose him again," Sunny continued, her voice firm and her eyes filled with disdain. "He and Arabella, they deserve

that, Miranda quietly listened as

-Sunny's Story Line-

is Sunny. In my memories, the only person in our house was a lady

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