Called Off the Wedding, Left Him Bankrupt novel Chapter 275

Women born to Miranda’s kind of privilege rarely bothered acknowledging people like Cynthia. In their minds, someone like her didn’t even deserve to be considered a romantic rival.

But Cynthia met Miranda’s gaze in the mirror, poised and unflinching, accepting the silent appraisal as if it were nothing more than a passing glance. Miranda didn’t realize Cynthia was watching her too—until their eyes met in the glass.

There was a quiet self-assurance in Cynthia’s eyes that made Miranda abruptly aware: every little nuance, every flicker of disdain she’d just shown, had been caught and quietly observed. While Miranda had been sizing her up, Cynthia had been doing exactly the same.

Miranda offered a nonchalant smile. Cynthia responded with a polite, almost imperceptible smile of her own, then smoothly turned her attention back to Vernon, who was still working on his makeup. Miranda, catching the cue, shifted her focus away from Cynthia and turned to Dominic, who sat off to the side. Her lips curled into a bright, practiced smile.

“Dominic, aren’t you going to introduce me? Who is this young lady…?”

At her words, Cynthia glanced up at Dominic, a trace of nerves flickering in her eyes. How would he introduce her to Miranda? Would he mention their past? The question hung between them.

Dominic didn’t miss the tension in Cynthia’s expression; it was as if she was bracing herself, afraid he might blurt out their history in front of Miranda. Hints of frustration creased his brow, his eyes darkening as he hesitated.

His silence only heightened Miranda’s curiosity—her interest sharpening, suspicion brewing just beneath the surface.

Cynthia relaxed her hands in her lap and lifted her head, meeting Miranda’s gaze through the mirror with a bright, friendly smile.

“Miss Kingsley, hello—I’m Cynthia. We met before, in Mr. Holloway’s office. It’s lovely to see you again.”

Miranda paused, suddenly recognizing her. Of course—she remembered this face from Dominic’s office the other day. Back then, Cynthia had worn barely any makeup, her look simple and delicate, almost unremarkable. To Miranda, she’d seemed sweet enough but entirely out of place in Dominic’s world—plain, ordinary, with none of the sophistication she expected.

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