When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0002

At the dining table, Hansel didn’t seem eased with what had been served for breakfast. “Where’s my pumpkin soup?”

“You mean cream of vegetable soup?”

“Cream of vegetable soup?”

“Yes, I know that Ms. Sutton makes that all the time. It’s the one made with pumpkin, potatoes, onions, and celery, right? Um, I don’t have as much time to prepare all the ingredients for that.

“The pumpkin, potatoes, onions, and garlic have to be roasted and freshly puréed beforehand; it’s best if it’s slow cooked the night before. And then the soup has to be stewed and slowly brought to a simmer over open fire for hours after that..

“I don’t have the same amount of patience that Ms. Sutton has to always be checking on the fire every few minutes. Also, what I make will probably still taste different from what she makes. On top of that

“Bring me some marmalade,” Hansel interrupted.

“Coming right up, Mr. Johnson.”

”

“Why does this taste so different?” Hansel glanced at the bottle packaging The packaging is wrong.”

“That jar is empty now. We only have this brand left.”

“Go and get two jars of the other one at the supermarket, then.”

“It can’t be found anywhere, Mr. Johnson.”

Hansel wasn’t amused, “Why not?”

Martha smiled rather awkwardly. “Ms. Sutton made the marmalade herself. I don’t know how wait, Mr. Johnson! Aren’t you going to finish your breakfast

first?”

“No.”

Martha watched in bewilderment as Hansel stormed up the stairs. Why did he lose his temper all of a sudden?

“Hey, you lazy bum, it’s time to get out of bed!”

Miranda flipped over in bed and didn’t even bother opening her eyes. “Shut up. I want to sleep a while longer…”

Winter Jefferson, Miranda’s best friend, had already put on her makeup and was in the midst of choosing a purse to go with her outfit.

“It’s going to be 8:00 am. Don’t you need to rush home to make breakfast for your most beloved Mr. Johnson?”

Miranda used to stay the night at Winter’s place from time to time, but she’d always leave before the crack of dawn to make her usual cream of vegetable soup for Hansel, who was extremely prone to gastric problems.

The mere thought of it had always rendered Winter speechless. Was Hansel paralyzed? Or was he too dumb to order delivery on his own? Why did he have to go and make life difficult for Miranda?

he’d just

still reluctant to get up from bed. She shook her hand at

planning on staying broken

Miranda didn’t answer her.

breakfast for you on the table. I’m going to work now, and I won’t be back for dinner because I’ve got a date tonight. But you’ll probably be

Miranda woke up due

sandwiches Winter had left for her and stared at the sun shining outside the windows. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept in and

2/6

+15. BONUS

was done with breakfast, she changed

check for 50 million

into the second bank next door and said, “I’d like to speak

himself, who offered her a considerable annual interest rate.

rate by a little bit, and

deposited ten million dollars in each of them, managing to get interest rates that were higher than the previous

new owner of three black cards with 30 million

worth it after all.” She’d become a

which was worth 2,000 dollars. She was immediately treated like a VIP and was

others.

at her long brown hair and large curls. This was the

your hair. You look exactly like a

how it felt. Every time they had sex, he’d always thread his fingers through her

that also meant she always had to spend a lot of time grooming herself because of her

“Please cut it short, straighten it, and

wouldn’t stop anyone. from looking like a doll, but she was done being

like a weight had been lifted

past a clothing boutique that had a sale on, so

They matched the sport

Bedford College. She watched as the students rode their bicycles in and out of the gates as the sun set

“Sol! We’re here!”

suddenly whizzed past Miranda. “What are all

thought of visiting Dr. Young together,

the same time,” Solomon Hall said. “Here, I’ll just take the two of you

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

and asked the students, “Who did you say was sick

to him. He was tongue–tied

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

hospital is she

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

by the way, which faculty are you from? Are you alto one

didn’t answer Solomon’s question. Instead,