A grimace twisted Mirabelle’s face as she swallowed the pills with a glass of water before she picked her phone up again and glared at it like it was responsible for all her troubles.
In a way, she guessed it was, but she could hardly blame a simple gadget for human issues.
Staring at the unanswered messages and calls gave her a headache, but Mirabelle was either a glutton for punishment or she just didn’t care anymore. Or rather, she cared too much and couldn’t just let the matter go.
It could have also been a matter of pride. The longer Theodore refused to respond to her messages and calls, the more Mirabelle felt like the pathetic woman her mother believed she was.
It was nearly a week since she ran into Clarissa and decided to change her approach to the men pursuing her. Except
