Miranda hung up the phone and sat there, lost in thought for a moment.


    ording to William, Wendy had a childhood friend named Sunny. But three years ago, something happened, and Sunny attempted to take her own life. Thankfully, she was saved just in time, but she was


    no different from a walking dead. She fell into a deep depression and bore the physical scars of whatever she''d gone through.


    No one really knew what had happened. All they knew was that Sunny had been expelled from high school, and after returning home, she was a shadow of her former self.


    From William''s investigation, Miranda learned that Sunny had attended the same school as Arabe and was even in the same ss.


    Miranda tried to recall her own memories.


    Three years ago, she''d just returned to the Hawke family and was sent to the same school as Arabe. Back then, Miranda was isted, a ghost among her peers, so she didn''t have much recollection of Sunny. Sunny.


    There was something. The mere impression Miranda had was when she was heading home, she saw a girl handing a love letter to Dorian, who hade to pick up Arabe. Arabe had called out to the girl, and Miranda remembered hearing the name Sunny.


    But Dorian had tossed the letter aside right in front of Sunny.


    Arabe, pretending to be the voice of reason, had said, "Dorian, that wasn''t nice. Sunny put her heart into that letter."


    Dorian, with a sigh and a touch of exasperated affection, replied, "I told you not to bring these people to me. If you do it again, I might note to pick you up."


    Arabe had stuck out her tongue. "Alright."


    She had then cast a mocking and triumphant nce at Sunny.


    Sunny was on the verge of tears and shouted at Dorian, "If you don''t like it, fine! But did you have to throw it away? Do you know how long it took me to write that?"


    With that, Sunny had run off in tears. Dorian''s expression had shifted slightly, frowning as he watched her leave.


    Miranda, standing not too far away, had been puzzled by Arabe''s behavior. Why bring Sunny to Dorian on purpose? And why look so smug about it?


    Now, Miranda understood. Just another mean girl tactic.


    Back then, Dorian had noticed Miranda, but he had looked right past her as if she were invisible, or worse, something unpleasant.


    After picking up Arabe, he left without a second nce.


    Arabe''s look of provocation and smugness was piercing to Miranda. As she climbed into the car, Miranda overheard Arabe say, "Hey, Dorian, Miranda insisted on tagging along... I felt bad for her walking home alone, so..."


    Dorian''s cold voice drifted from the open car door. "Don''t you know having here home with you could cause trouble for you? She has legs, doesn''t she? Let her walk."


    Arabe feigned innocence. "Oh... okay, I won''t do it again."


    Dorian gave Miranda a chilly nce, and then turned away, leaving with Arabe, Miranda stood there, staring nkly in the direction the car had gone, feeling disoriented.


    Passing ssmates couldn''t resist taunting her. "Look at her, she must be jealous of Arabe."


    "That''s what happens with these wannabes. Just because she shares the Hawkest name, she thinks she canpete with Arabe. Better keep away from her, who knows


    what a jealous person might do."


    "Arabe''s got a hotshot brother, and what does she have? A couple of bumpkin parents. Ha!"