When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Winter sneered, “Talk about a petty person getting her way. She even smells like a bitch.”

“You shouldn’t have stopped me earlier.” She had only used a fraction of her strength–if things had really escalated, that old witch wouldn’t have stood a chance.

Recalling Ingrid’s sour expression as she left, Miranda couldn’t help but chuckle and quickly reassured Winter, “Alright, alright. Don’t be upset. It’s not worth it

“They’re just two irrelevant people; getting angry over them isn’t worth ruining your health.”

Winter nodded. “Exactly! But if this happens again, I’m definitely throwing hands.”

Her Mimi was mild–tempered, so if something needed handling, she’d do it herself. She could fight.

“I got it already.” Miranda laughed. “You’ve had a scare today; it’s my treat. What do you want to eat?” Winter slung her arm around Miranda’s shoulders. “I was waiting for you to say out for a feast.”

“Hmm? Isn’t that my line?”

says it doesn’t matter, as

Let’s go, I’ll take

pregnancy report. Thinking of how the doctor had said Ingrid’s pregnancy was progressing well, she couldn’t

Evelyn’s expression, Ingrid felt more at ease. Today was her

with Hansel, he never spoke about his family. She only knew that he came from a wealthy background and had

Hansel abruptly broke things off, Ingrid tried every possible

phone number after some digging

far, Evelyn seemed pleased with her and

come prepared to make a good impression on her future mother–in–law. She took a deep breath

smile, looking very obedient. This is a gift for you since it’s our first meeting, Mrs. Johnson. It’s nothing expensive, but it

she even brought a gift. She’s already more considerate than Miranda.” Then she said to Ingrid, “You prepared this yourself? That’s very

her words trailed off. Inside the beautifully wrapped blue

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any scarf–it was hand–knitted, with uneven stitches that could only be described

you knit this

I made it

put the lid back on, forcing a smile while internally cringing.

the least impressive ones were Hermès scarves.

on another level of