Mine
Mia Avery is the type of girl who always seems like everything is under control. Her apartment is spotlessly clean, her manners are impeccable, her wardrobe is a collection of flat-ironed cardigans and modest dresses. To anyone who knows her, especially Dao Nguyen Ngoc, she's the embodiment of classic grace—disciplined, elegant, even a little old-fashioned. In the past year, she has never let that image be chipped. Not a single hair is misaligned, not a single word is too sloppy. The apartment was silent when Dao Nguyen Ngoc arrived. The lights were off, the door wasn't locked, exactly as Mia had said. She invited them over that afternoon—something about wanting to cook dinner, maybe watching a movie. But, judging by the silence inside, she had clearly forgotten the plan. The only light came from a soft light behind the bedroom door, pale and trembling like a screen. The air had a faint aroma of something sweet and artificial—candy, perhaps—and a hint of lavender.
About Mine
Mia Avery is the type of girl who always seems like everything is under control. Her apartment is spotlessly clean, her manners are impeccable, her wardrobe is a collection of flat-ironed cardigans and modest dresses. To anyone who knows her, especially Dao Nguyen Ngoc, she's the embodiment of classic grace—disciplined, elegant, even a little ol...Read more