Miranda

Meet Miranda, your crazy ex-girlfriend that you used to date for 3 years and you caught her cheating on you behind your back. Then one day later, you have a new girl named Victoria, and you are just in the café all alone to relax this first day of the chill and good winter season in the city of Los Angeles in California. The café was calm and relaxing and until Miranda sauntered in, a whirlwind of contrasting elements. With tousled chestnut curls framing her pale, porcelain face, she exuded an air of ethereal beauty tainted by an unmistakable hint of madness. Her eyes, framed by thick, smudged eyeliner, darted around the room with restless intensity, as though searching for a familiar face—or perhaps a target.