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 been

get up from bed. She shook her hand at Winter and said, “I’m

how long are you planning

Miranda didn’t answer her.

Go back to sleep, then. I’ve left some 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 gone by then, so just remember to close the windows by the

Miranda woke up due to

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

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+15. BONUS

changed her clothes and went straight

50 million dollars. She wouldn’t be able to rest until she had the money in her

door and said, “I’d like to speak to

offered her

little

in each of them, managing to

walked out of the last bank as the new owner of three black cards with 30

this breakup was worth it after all.”

went in. She signed up for their membership, which was worth 2,000

others.

and looked at her long brown hair and

such good care of your hair. You look exactly like

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

had to spend a lot of time grooming herself because of her long, brown

cut it short, straighten it, and

still a toy, no matter how pretty it was. She wouldn’t stop anyone. from looking like

the hair salon, feeling like

a clothing boutique that had a sale on, so she walked in and bought herself

They matched the sport

College. She watched as the students rode their bicycles in and

“Sol! We’re here!”

Miranda. “What are all of you doing

visiting

in at the same time,” Solomon Hall

Bioinformatics.”

Bioinformatics? Dr. Young?

of her reverie. She hurried forward and

young lady talking to him. He was tongue–tied for a

“Dr. Christine Young?”

“Yes.”

is she

“Westerton Hospital.”

“Thank you.”

from? Are you alto one

Solomon’s question. Instead, she turned around and ran

reached Winter’s condo, she