Chapter 15


    The next morning. Mirabe woke up bright and early. Her internal clock was as reliable as the Big


    Ben, sounding off at six a.m., rain or shine. However, due to the change of scenery, she lounged in bed


    for a few extra minutes before slowly crawling out and shuffling to the bathroom for a leisurely wash–


    up. After emerging, she plopped down on the floor, legs crossed, and started to sort through her


    suitcase.


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    She hadn’t packed many clothes, just two outfits. The remaining space was taken up by an assortment


    of ubeled bottles and jars, along with two iron boxes that whispered tales of antiquity.


    Mirabe only took out the clothes, pondered for a moment, picked two bottles from the collection, and


    then zipped up the suitcase without bothering to reset thebination lock.


    Scanning the room, her gaze finally settled on the wardrobe door. She stood, grabbed her suitcase,


    and walked over. Swinging open the door, she was surprised to see it filled with brand new clothing


    that, whilecking tags, seemed of decent quality. As for the style–Mirabe had no qualms, finding it a


    vast improvement over the room’s overly girly decor.


    After stuffing her suitcase in a corner, Mirabe changed into activewear and twisted her long hair into


    a bun before heading out of the room. She had always been one for morning runs and wasn’t about to


    let a change of location disrupt her routine.


    By 8 a.m.. Delh had breakfast ready and waiting on the table. She nced towards the staircase,


    then at her husband Shawn, who was engrossed in the newspaper in the living room. “Shawn, should


    we wake our daughter for breakfast?”


    Shawn adjusted his sses on the bridge of his nose and replied, “Let the kid sleep in. She was


    exhaustedst night and went to bedte. No need to disturb her dreams.”


    “Alright.” Delh nodded, about to add something when the doorbell rang. She looked puzzled, “Who


    could that be this early in the morning?”


    Shawn put down the paper, thoughtful. “Could it be the ountant?”


    Delh shot him a look. “Emmitt, it’s only the 20th. Payday is still a few days away.”


    Shawn had an ‘aha‘ moment, then added, “Let the ountant know not toe by the house this


    month. Our daughter just got back, and I don’t want to startle her.”


    Delh thought it over and agreed. “Sure, I’ll tell them. Let me check who’s at the door.”


    Soon after, Delh opened the inner door to find Mirabe standing outside, leaving her stunned for a


    few seconds. Snapping out of it, she quickly unlocked the door with a surprised tone, “Mira, what are


    you doing outside?”


    Fresh from her run, Mirabe’s face was flushed with the exhration of exercise, a few strands of hair


    sticking to her cheeks, and a bead of sweat tracing a path down her face, which she wiped away with a


    hand. “I like to get in a workout in the morning.”


    Delh was pleasantly surprised, nodding her head, “A morning run is great, a very good habit.”


    But after a brief pause, she hurriedly added, “It’s also fine for a girl to sleep in once in a while, you


    know. It’s good for the skin.”


    “Breakfast is ready. Why don’t you take a quick shower ande down?” Delh said as she walked


    back inside. continuing the conversation.


    “Okay.”


    “Oh, and I’ve put some new clothes in your closet. I just bought them. See if you like them. If not, we


    can get more.”


    Get more?


    Mirabe stopped in her tracks, her expressionplex. “Mom, are we rich or something?”


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    Delh turned around, her face a picture of astonishment, the words “Or I could have a designere


    over and tailor–make them for you” suddenly frozen on her lips.