Jennie's Pov
“You paid for your college tuition?” I asked her. “What about your parents? They didn’t help you pay for it?”
“Oh, they wanted to.” She shook her head. “But I insisted that I’d pay for my own tuition. I was eighteen and I could earn my own money.”
“That’s so…sensible. Not a lot of people would think that way.” I told her thoughtfully.
“I know. My brother was my biggest inspiration actually. He started working way before he turned eighteen.” She said. “He didn’t really have to work since both my dad and mom have their own companies that he could inherit, but he decided to be a painter instead.”
“So, he’s a painter.” I said. That seemed like the only part of her story that sounded believable. Her mom and dad owning companies though…I somehow found that impossible. Why would she have to work as a model if her parents owned separate companies? Shouldn’t she be living off of their riches?
“From the look on your face, you don’t believe me, do you?” She asked out of the blue, leaving me a bit startled. “But it’s not your fault; a lot of people think that the only degree a model can have is on make-up or hair styles.”
I did feel somewhat relieved that she hadn’t picked up my actual thoughts. “On the contrary, I have met models who were highly educated and had picked up modeling as a side job to pay for tuitions, but later on they’d decided to stay because they felt comfortable doing it. Is that why you want to continue modeling after our baby is born?”
“Who said I wanted to continue modeling?” She asked as she went on to another section of the room and arranged a few canvases that were about to fall sideways. “I wanted to get enough customers as an artist so I can make painting my full time occupation. I have a steady set of buyers that keep increasing every month or so. I’m just waiting for the perfect amount of customers so I don’t have to model anymore.”
“That sounds cool. By the looks of it, you should be having tons of customers already.” I told her and it was the truth. She had an amazing talent and it shouldn’t be that hard for her to get enough customers.
“You know, this oddly feels like we’re playing twenty questions. You’ve been asking me a lot since you came in.”
“Is that a bad thing?” I ask. “I don’t really know anything about you so I thought I’d ask you.”
“That’s alright,” she said. “But you know this goes both ways right? I don’t know a lot about you either. Your life, your hobbies, I have absolutely no clue about them.”
“Sure.” It was only fair that we get to know each other; after all, we have the rest of our life to spend together. “What do you want to know?”
“Let’s see…how many girlfriends did you have?” She asked right off the bat.
“Umm…do I really have to answer that?” I asked while nervously scratching the back of my head.
“Yeah, you do.” She nodded. “You just saw a major portion of my life. I need to know how many ex-girlfriends you have and how many more kids I can expect to pop up in the future.”
“You really think so low of me?” I asked frowning.
“A person who was willing to play the hero for a woman who cheated on her husband and her children, that too with only half known facts and reckless conclusions? I think you’re capable of anything Jennie Ruby Jane Kim.” She said extremely politely. “Oh! Would you look at that, it’s almost time to get the cinnamon rolls out of the oven.”
With that she made her way to the kitchen, leaving me no choice but to follow behind her. Why was she holding this incident against me even now? I told her sorry a million times I’m trying to make it up to her! What else can I do to make it better?
“So, where’s your brother? I don’t see him around.” I decided to change the subject.
“Yeah, he went back home to Thailand,” she answered. “His wife was having trouble dealing with the twins alone.”
“He seems a lot older than you doesn’t he?” I asked just as a beeping noise filled the kitchen.
“He is.” Lisa put on her oven mitts and turned the timer off before going over to the oven.
“We’re fourteen, nearly fifteen years apart. Sometimes it’s like having a second dad. He and my dad would often gang up on me if I didn’t do well in school or got a B in a science project. But I had my mom to back me up so we were a pretty even team. God, I miss being home!” the last bit was said on a sigh.
“Lucky for you,” I told her, feeling a little jealous. “My parents were always away from home, expanding their business. So we pretty much grew up ourselves.”
“We?”
“Oh! I haven’t told you yet, I have a younger sister. Her name is Yeri-”
“Wait, Yeri?” Lisa stood up with a baking tray in hand and placed it on the counter. “Umm…does this Yeri have short brown hair with blue highlights, greyish eyes and a husband with a weird mane? Oh, and is she pregnant too?”
I frowned at her. “Yes to all of those. Wait, how do you know my sister again?”
“Oh crap!” She muttered.
“That does not sound good.”
“It’s not…well, not for you at least.”
A sinking feeling set in my gut. “Lisa, what did you do?”
“Well…” she chewed her lower lip. “I might have told her that the baby I’m having is with a jerk of a women who ran off after a one-night stand and didn’t want anything to do with me or the baby.”
“Oh God!” I could already feel beeds of perspiration form on my forehead. Shit I’m in heaps of trouble.
“And, it gets worse.” Lisa said with a grimace.
What could possibly be worse than Lisa knowing my sister?
“She about to-”The door bell rang before Lisa could finish the sentence and Lisa gave me a look of utmost pity.
“That would be her.”
Dear God, kill me now.
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