Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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Lisa

"What's going on?"

"Lisa," mom says excitedly, her heels clanking on the marble floor as she runs towards me, side stepping the streamers and balloons. She gives me a hug and I pat her back. "I missed my daughter so much."

Missed me so much that you only called once?

"Yeah?" I release her and she smiles down at me. Mom hasn't been home in a while. She is expanding her company to the Philippines so she has been down there. I guess things are settled that's why she's back.

Mom and I look alike, I don't see a single trace of my birth dad in me. I haven't even met the dude before, but whatever. I inherited her facial features.

Not to brag or anything, but she's fucking gorgeous and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. With her dark bodycon dress clutching to her like a second skin, along with her hair that she keeps in a bun most of the time, have to admit, I can see why Marco married her.

At 36, she looks like she's in her twenties which I have to credit to her regular visits to the spa, yoga and botox. Yes, I said botox. She thinks I don't know that but her plastic surgeon is on speed dial.

Mom had me at 17. She didn't really divulge much details as to how I was conceived, the only thing she said was that she thought she was in love, the guy knocked her up and 9 months later, she had me.

Truth be told, the reason why I didn't want to tell her that I almost had a kid at 16 was because she would be disappointed. History repeating itself is not a good look, especially in town where everyone knows everyone.

It's a small town and gossip travels faster than the speed of light. I don't care about gossip. I've been the hot topic since I started schooling at Winterwood so I've learned to have a thick skin. If you don't pay attention to shit, it won't harm you. But, I wouldn't have minded if Nancy gave me a fucking choice.

Anyway, even though we're not in the same financial situation as we were years ago, mom would be crushed.

I guess that's one 'sin' I'd be taking to my grave.

"Again, what's going on?" I'm barely able to drop my bag because the mansion looks like it's being renovated or decorated. People are going in and out the back entrance, some are bringing in champagne flutes while others are bringing in balloons.

"Mind the art pieces, please." Mom calls out to a man in a dark shirt who is bringing in a chandelier.

"I'm having a luncheon."

Good evening to you too.

"For?"

"The company of course."

Right.

"You know I've been in the Philippines for a while, actually got back this afternoon." That explains the two suitcases on the stairs. "And things are going good. I actually have a location in Manila and the store is launching on Monday along with this huge billboard that we purchased for promotion. What better way to celebrate than to have a luncheon?" She says animantedly.

"I know you don't care about beauty stuff, but you should be excited for me. You're scowling."

I'm scowling, not because I don't care about beauty stuff, but I wish she would talk about anything OTHER than work. I swear, I only see her and Marco a handful of times a month and the only thing they talk about is work.

I wish she would ask me how my day went or what sports I play in school or if I have a fucking girlfriend at least. I miss who she was before she married into wealth.