MIRANDA Mel and I arrived at Princess' school and informed her teachers of my desire to see her."We need to seek her mom or dad's permission first," her class teacher told me.I wanted to suggest that they call Shayla because I wanted to keep everything from Hazel. However, the teacher dialed his number before I could speak and he immediately gave his consent.I heaved a sigh of relief, especially since he did not call me afterward to find out why I wanted to see his daughter. When Princess came out, she was very excited to see me."Miranda!" She exclaimed and ran into my arms while I went on my knees and hugged her. Just as we had planned, Mel took out a pair of scissors from her bag at this point, went behind Princess, and secretly cut off some strands of her black hair."I missed you so much and that's why I came to see you," I told her."I missed you too," she replied. "My daddy bought a new house for me and my mummy. It's bigger than the old one and my mummy bought me more toy

MIRANDA"You have to tell him, Miranda," Mel told me."Tell who what?" I asked."Your husband," She replied. "You need to tell him that Princess is not his daughter."I recalled all the times I saw Hazel display his affection for Princess and how he had cried when he found out she had been molested.I shook my head, "No, Mel, I can't do that. I feel sorry for Princess who loves Hazel so much. Exposing the truth might leave that innocent girl without a father and break her fragile heart.""What about your husband who has been deceived by his ex-wife, Shayla?" She questioned.I sighed. I never thought Shayla could be so heartless. Wasn't it bad enough that she cheated on Hazel? She even deceived him into becoming a father to a child that wasn't his."But why does Princess look so much like Hazel?" I asked, still trying to wrap my head around it."It might just be a coincidence," Mel rationalized. "Princess grew up as Hazel's daughter so maybe she looks like him because they've been clos

MIRANDAMy heart fluttered when Hazel confessed that he was in love with me. I held his face and kissed his cheek softly. I wanted to tell him about my feelings for him too but how could I do so when I was keeping something from him?I couldn't bring myself to tell him that he was being deceived by the people he trusted.But at the same time, I felt as though I was deceiving him as well. It was a battle inside of me and the more I stared at him, the more I felt plagued by guilt.Eventually, I could not take it anymore and said, "I need to tell you something, Hazel."He caressed my face, "You know you can tell me anything. Do not hesitate, baby.""I...." I wanted to speak, but I hesitated. I recalled how Hazel had cried when he found out what had happened to his daughter, Princess.I recalled how he told her bedtime stories at night and how happy he was whenever he was with her. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him."You are the most handsome man I have ever met," I rather said.H

MIRANDA The next morning, when I arrived at school, I was all smiles because I was very happy about how my relationship with Hazel had progressed.Melody and Steph were so happy to see me and I got a lot of stares, mostly because I was all dressed up."Tell me about your vacation. How was it? I want to hear all the juicy details," Melody said excitedly."Relax, I'm going to tell you after our class," I told her. However, I couldn't hold myself back in the class and began whispering some of the exciting things that happened into her ear until I got caught by the lecturer who glared at me and said, "I've heard about how popular you are and powerful too, but if you know you cannot stay in my class quietly, feel free to walk out.""I'm sorry, sir," I apologized.At this point, everyone had turned their attention to me again. I tried my best to focus, but I could barely hear what the lecturer was saying as a particular face kept coming into my mind.Once the class was over I asked Steph

MIRANDA I followed the lady who led me to a room. When I got there, she wasn't the only one. There were more than three women; one with a dress, another with a pair of shoes and a purse, another with a makeup box, and one more lady and I couldn't figure out what she was there for.Staring at all of them and how they smiled fawningly at me. I understood what was about to happen."Please take a seat, ma'am." The lady who had welcomed me said to me. I quickly took a seat and they began to work on me, beginning with my hair which was rolled and styled beautifully. Makeup was applied to my face, after which I was changed into a very beautiful dress and I was given a pair of red heels to match the silver-colored gown I was putting on. I was given a red purse as well, with silver earrings to match. Once they were done with me, I stared at my reflection in the mirror and exclaimed, "Wow! Is this what my husband asked for me to look like?" The lady who had led me into the room said, "Well,