Mirena had long since given up on planning her days—or at least, trying to predict how they were going to go.Yet, standing in front of three familiar faces—bad familiarity, might she add—she couldn’t help but frown.“Is this a shit show?”The words slipped out of her mouth before she could stop them, her eyes moving from one face to the other, carefully reading each expression.Camille, as usual, didn’t look too pleased to see her. If anything, she looked like if she had a knife in her hand right now, she’d gut Mirena on the spot.Unfortunately for her, that didn’t faze Mirena.If anything, she found her pitiful state laughable.Depression and failure, poorly hidden under layers of foundation and fancy clothes that obviously weren’t bought with her own money.Truly pathetic.Then, moving on, her gaze shifted to the next face, the person who stood far off in the distance, and her
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