Miranda’s eyes lit up with excitement, You’ve finally come around!
Mila’s skills in design were nothing short of extraordinary. Even in an area like computer programming, which she modestly claimed wasn’t her strongest suit, she had risen to an expert level. As a teenager, her talent as a designer was already evident, and she had been mentored by an internationally renowned fashion designer, one of the founders of a major global haute couture brand. With such a rich pool of resources and a strong network, her potential was limitless.
Unfortunately, due to family circumstances and her decision to pursue further studies in computer science for Lysander after marriage, her design career had been put on hold for several years.
But with Mila’s natural talent, if she decided to return to the field, it would be like a fish returning to the ocean, destined to thrive and transform with the winds of opportunity. Her future would be boundless.
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Both had work commitments the next day, so after a brief chat, they headed back home.
As Mila returned to her apartment near the company, her phone buzzed unexpectedly. Who would be messaging her so late?
Curious, she opened the message and was surprised to see it was from her grandaunt. She hadn’t dared to call during the day and hadn’t expected a reply to her message so soon.
Quickly, she opened the message.
I’m attending Rosalia Fashion Week abroad, and later I have commitments at the Verdelune Fashion Week. I’ll discuss your matter when I return at the end of the month. Bring your latest designs when you come to meet me.
Seven years had passed, yet her grandaunt remained as sharp and efficient as ever.
The fact that her grandaunt had replied suggested a possible thaw in their relationship, finally allowing Mila’s tense nerves to relax a bit.
It was a rare piece of good news.
With a few weeks until the end of the month, Mila needed to manage her current projects and prepare thoroughly. Her grandaunt was always serious and straightforward, judging only by the merit of work, valuing skill over family ties.
Lost in thought, Mila showered and applied ointment to her shoulder before going to bed. Just before drifting off, she had a nagging feeling she’d forgotten something, but exhausted, she succumbed to sleep.
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She did not! Adrian retorted, even more upset. Dad, you’re a liar!
Lysander sounded surprised, She hasn’t come back?
Hadn’t she finished her work trip? She had even spent the day tailing him, so why hadn’t she returned home? Was she upset about what happened earlier in the evening?
But, really, wasn’t she the one who should be in trouble for spying on him?
Lysander thought Mila was being unreasonable. She would come around in a few days, as she always did, so he wasn’t too concerned.
No! Adrian shouted angrily. And I don’t want mom around. She’s annoying. Dad, you need to come back!
Adrian was fuming, and then he heard a voice on the other side of the call, Giselle’s voice, Lysander, who’s on the phone?