---- itinerary. So, she brought the printed version to our apartment, and Miranda saw her. Miranda chased Kiara out with a long face, and we had a massive argument. In the end, Miranda was heartbroken, and she said, "You could've told me that it was hard and you didn't know how to come up with an itinerary! Why did you ask her to do it?! Do you trust her that much?!" "What should I have done, then?!" I was mad, and I spoke without thinking. "If I had told you that, you would've looked at me as if I had wronged you! How was I supposed to say it?! "1m busy. I seriously can't cater to your mood all the time. I asked Kiara to do it to save time and avoid mistakes! Besides, she did a great job! Why are you still dissatisfied?! Are you jealous that Kiara and I are getting closer?! "We're just colleagues. Could you stop thinking ---- about relationships that don't exist?! You can't ask me to never have any female colleagues or friends, right?!" She fell silent for a moment and stared at me in disbelief. "Is that what you think of me? You think I'm targeting her for no reason?" I did not answer. Instead, I told her that I needed some time to calm down and left. Miranda did not chase after me or ask where I was going. When I came back, I found that the stuff we had packed for our trip had been returned to their original places. Miranda sat on the couch while she calmly watched the television. It was as if the fight never happened. "T've canceled our flight," she said. "I suddenly found that I don't like Santorini anymore." When I went to the study, I found the travel itinerary in the shredder. ---- I thought that we would end up giving each other the cold shoulder for a while. Yet, Miranda continued life as usual around me. I found her even scarier for keeping everything hidden in her heart. I wanted to talk to her, but Kiara told me that Miranda needed time to process things and put the matter behind her. If I spoke to her about it, we would just bring up old wounds and end up arguing. I did not want to argue with Miranda. The thought of it alone was tiring, so the entire situation was left unresolved. My instincts told me that Miranda would mention this in the scoring sheet. After turning the page, I saw it just as I had expected. (Henry treated me as a jealous wife: -5] The black words were clearly smeared by her tears. I felt like someone had just stomped on my ---- heart, and it left me frustrated. Why had I not been a little calmer that time? In hindsight, I was the one in the wrong. Yet, I had stubbornly believed that Miranda was in the wrong too. I took a deep breath. Just as I was about to continue reading, I heard a knock on the door.