FHS # 6 | Dubbed as the golden girl of Filimon Heights, everyone thinks Joana Cohen has everything a girl could ever want. However, what she has is the very thing that keeps her from getting what she truly wants.
With a life riddled with misconcep...
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"I think I've fallen for you."
I almost choked on my wine. I wanted to laugh at that very moment, but I managed to suppress it to a smirk.
"Really?" My voice came out slow and breathy. I crossed my legs, the hem of my black satin slip-on dress brushing against the side of my thighs. I leaned my back against the chair and held the tip of the wine glass against my lips. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes never leaving his.
He nodded, smiling like a shy little boy. "I guess it was love at first sight."
I tilted my head a little. "And what do you want to do about that?"
From my eyes, his gaze slowly went down my lips, chest, and then legs. His innocent smile then turned into mischievous. "How about we go somewhere we can be alone?"
I looked around the four-star restaurant and the couples seated at their tables. Everyone seemed trapped in their own romantic little world—the expensive-looking wooden furniture and slow jazz music even helped set the mood.
"Look at all these lovebirds. Even if we punch each other here, no one would bat an eye," I said, still with a tiny grin. "We're basically alone here. Let's stay here, Oliver."
"Oliver? My name is Michael," he chuckled, sounding a little dejected.
"Oh . . ." I could only blink and giggle. I faced him again, feigning innocence. "I'm sorry, there's this new dog in our house. His name is Oliver, and he's the cutest little thing."
I used to point out how good of a liar my brother is, and sometimes I even criticized him for it. However, two years of living alone in Rendelson made me realize that we're not that different at all. I guess being good at lying runs in our family. It's not something I'm proud of, but at least I'm good at something, I think?
"But you said you're living alone in a condo?" Michael asked with a confused smile.
I spoke too soon. I guess I'm not as good as my family when it comes to lying yet.
"Yeah, but I go home almost every week," I chuckled.
Yet another lie. I only come home around once a month, sometimes not at all.
What's the point of coming home when my brother is hardly ever there and most of our helpers have retired? I guess retired isn't even the right word—more like isa-isang pinaalis nina mommy at daddy ang mga pinakamalapit sa akin para wala nang makapagsumbong sa mga nangyayari roon. Basically, I no longer have eyes or ears on whatever the hell my parents are up to.
Good thing my brother and I were able to find better jobs for them. Kuya even shouldered the capital of Yaya Shakira's new laundry shop in the province and Mang Egay's kakanin shop in the heart of Filimon Heights.
