When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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Mindy’s expression remained calm, while Nelly felt her anger burn even hotter upon seeing her composure.

Nelly’s gaze turned icy, and there was a blend of fury and jealousy flashing in her eyes. Suddenly, she let out a cold laugh.

The moonlight fell on her face, casting a pale and somber glow. Paired with her red coat, she looked like a haunting figure from a ghostly tale. Mindy frowned, confusion crossing her features.

“I’ve always envied you,” Nelly began, her voice laced with bitterness. “I envied how you had Mom and Dad’s love, how Timothy always looked after you. Wherever you went, you were the center of attention, the one everyone admired.

“When I stood beside you, I was like the ugly duckling highlighting the swan. But I share the same last name as you! Why wasn’t that enough?”

Mindy furrowed her brow and stepped forward to steady her. “Nelly… you’re drunk.”

But Nelly shook her off, raising her hand to push Mindy away. “Don’t touch me! Stop pretending to care! I bet you’re laughing inside right now, aren’t you?”

“I’m not-”

“From the time we were children, as long as you were there, Mom and Dad only ever looked at you. Their eyes never left you. Why?” Nelly abruptly turned, gripping Mindy’s shoulders with increasing force.

even darkened. “For more than 20 years, everything was fine. Life was peaceful and uneventful. Why did you have to come

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even a best–selling author! You already have everything. Why isn’t that enough

shrill pitch, hysteria bubbling over

to create space between them. Her own gaze turned

know you,” she said evenly. You didn’t come here tonight just to spend Easter Eve with Mom and Dad or to share a family

for a

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excuse, pretending to let slip some ‘drunken truths.‘ But this doesn’t seem like a spur–of–the–moment thing. Since we both know what kind of people we are, why don’t

what you want to say. Tell me what you’re planning. That way, I don’t have to guess, and you don’t have to

laugh escaped Nelly’s lips as she straightened up. “After all these years,

still had the same sharpness.

the pretense of drunkenness. Her eyes now gleamed with clarity as she locked gazes with

Timothy to see where you two stand with each other now,” she

steady. “And? Did you find

her. “You? I can’t tell. But Timothy? He clearly still has