After Mila’s feeble resistance proved futile, she was practically dragged to bed by Miranda, who wrapped herself around Mila like an octopus, denying her any sly chance to sneak away and work.
The next day, Miranda was insistent on taking her shopping. With the New Year just around the corner and both of us finally having some free time, let’s take a couple of days to relax and heal. You can’t just stay cooped up at home working all the time—you’ll start growing mold!
Miranda’s logic was hard to argue with.
In a cozy café, Mila leaned back in her chair, sipping the warm milk she had ordered, feeling a bit resigned. With my head in this state, shouldn’t I just stay home and rest?
Come on, I’m not asking you to run a marathon; just a change of scenery and some fresh air to prevent cabin fever, Miranda replied with a gentle sigh. If it weren’t so cold, I’d take you up the mountain. The snow up there is perfect for a winter camping trip right now.
Mila’s eyes lit up at the idea. Now that sounds amazing.
One of the themes for Mila’s July Milan Fashion Week designs was inspired by nature and landscapes. A trip to the mountains could spark fresh inspiration. Art isn’t about being confined to routines or isolated in one place; it’s about seeing the world, grounding your feet on new soil, and letting your soul collide with the raw essence of nature to create something extraordinary.
In the past, family obligations had restricted her travels, but not anymore. The thought stirred a longing within her to venture out.
Miranda, knowing her too well, rolled her eyes. Don’t even think about it. With that gash on your head, you’d risk getting frostbite and ending up in an ambulance. I want to enjoy the holiday, not spend it in the ER.
Mila’s enthusiasm deflated as she lowered her head.
They decided to warm up with a drink and then browse the mall, picking up some treats and trinkets. But then, unexpectedly, Mila received a call from her mother-in-law.
She gestured to Miranda and found a quiet spot to take the call. As soon as she answered, her mother-in-law’s cheerful voice came through. Mila, it’s almost New Year’s! When are you coming home?
Mila froze. In years past, she would move back to the family home well in advance of the holiday, helping her mother-in-law with the festive preparations, shopping, chatting, and indulging in whatever activities she enjoyed. This year, she had avoided the topic entirely. It was no wonder her mother-in-law was calling.
My mother-in-law.
Wow, your saintly mother-in-law? Was she asking you to come home for the holidays?
Miranda was well aware of the close bond Mila shared with her mother-in-law. Mila often spoke of her, and Miranda couldn’t help but feel envious, even though she wasn’t married yet.
Mila nodded, her expression tinged with helplessness. But I turned her down. She’s probably upset now.
Miranda sighed. You’re such an odd case.
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