Novel & Cerita Encanto Mirabel Age

“He’s a master at creating magical moments. The kind that gets people talking for years. And I’ve already spoken to him. He’s very interested in helping you out.” Dante’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “That sounds incredible. When can we meet him then?” Mirabel placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “Soon. I’ll set up a meeting, and we can go over all the details. Trust me, Dante, this is going to be perfect.” Dante nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. “I can’t wait. Thanks, Mirabel. You always know how to make things special.” Mirabel’s smile widened, a flicker of something more cunning in her eyes. “That’s what baby sisters are for, right? You know I always got you.”

Her ankles bound to the legs. "There," Mirabel said. "Much better. Now we can talk properly." "I have nothing to say to you." "But I have so much to say to you." Mirabel circled behind Lucy's chair. "Do you know how long I've waited for this moment? How many years I've planned?" "Thirty-two years," Lucy said. "Since Catherine took everything from you." "Catherine didn't take anything. She stole my life." Mirabel's voice turned sharp. "Robert Ashcroft was mine. We had plans. A future. Then that manipulative bitch seduced him, got pregnant, and suddenly I was nothing. Cast aside like garbage."

I responded unceremoniously, "Mirabel, the youngest in your Field family, is almost forty, right? Your Field family has always liked second marriages, but I don't have that hobby." Mirabel's eyes widened instantly, and she glared at me fiercely. Aldridge saw this and hurriedly nudged her with his elbow, signaling her to say less. "Vanya, don't take Mirabel's words to heart. She's just afraid you might be wronged in the Silver Moon Pack," Aldridge spoke, trying to mediate, and I had to be a bit more polite. Mirabel was about the same age as me, with a charming and coquettish appearance.

So I was hoping to make things right and most likely, seduce him. I turned a corner, and my daydreaming was cut short by a familiar voice. "Elara!" I glanced up to find Mirabel, the head healer of the pack, walking towards me. Her bright red hair was in a tidy braid, and her green eyes, which pierced like a blade, examined me with interest. "Are you okay?" she asked, pausing a few feet away from me. I did not know what to say and stuttered. "I'm okay," I finally replied.

“Not at all, Delta. It’s just that, with the Alpha, Beta, and Gamma away, you’re in charge. Strolling with me would take you away from your duties. Perhaps some other time, when you’re not responsible for the entire pack.” It wasn’t my true reason, but it was a plausible enough excuse. Magnus studied me for a moment, then nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “Fair enough,” he said, stepping aside as if granting me leave to go. At that moment, Mirabel appeared, rushing toward me with hurried steps. She was young, perhaps eighteen, with striking blonde hair that framed her youthful face. Her wide-eyed eagerness was apparent, though it only deepened my curiosity. Why had May decided Mirab