Chapter 110 —Miranda was Juliet, and Juliet was enchanting

Narrator:

The drive to the mansion had been silent. Miranda had spent half the journey looking out the window, as if she recognized every tree, every bend in the road. As if nothing had changed. As if everything had.

Dominic drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the armrest. There was no music, he didn't greet her when she got in, he didn't offer her conversation. And now, as the black gate began to open in front of them, he spoke for the first time.

"Do you know what bothers me most about you, Miranda?

She turned her head slowly, maintaining her composure.

“I imagine you're about to take out your notebook,” she replied softly.

Dominic smiled, but without humor.

“Don't give me that irony...” he snorted. “What bothers me most is how you believe your own lies.”

She didn't flinch.

“I didn't come here to argue with you, Dominic.”

“Of course not. You came to play the repentant mother. To elicit pity, to play the vic