Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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The Manoban's mansion looks like something straight out of Architectural Digest. Mom reads those magazines because she's into interior decorations so we have a lot of editions lying around.

"You live here?" I ask with my mouth agape.

She moves to my side and snakes her hand around my waist. "It's not that impressive, but I do." She downplays.

Not that impressive? This is bigger than Rosé's mansion and on par with Jisoo's, if not even more. The only difference is the style. Jisoo's has an old Hollywood glamour feel to it, but this right before me is modern contemporary to the core.

I haven't even been inside it and I'm already in awe.

Two cars other than Lisa's nonetheless expensive as fuck, are parked in front of the fountain with water springing out of it in heaps, providing a safe haven for the actual ducks swimming inside it. Trees and grass surround the property like bodyguards and it gives this earthy yet clean-cut vibe to the property.

Did I mention there's a statue? Well there is. A fucking statue made out of pure marble is staring at me and I'm staring right back at it as we approach the gravel steps.

"Who's that?" I point to the statue.

"My step dad. You'll probably meet him today," she answers with a smile.

When Lisa asked me 4 days ago to be her plus one to her mother's beauty line function, I was freaking out. I mean, I said yes in the text, but on the inside, my mind was moving at an almost lethal speed.

Why?

I'm meeting her fucking parents for the first time in person. I've gotten a glimpse of them here and there like at the Winterwood Charity event and I've seen pictures on social media, but I haven't actually talked to them.

That alone is nerve-wrecking. After I said yes to the date, I contemplated saying no again because my nerves were getting the best of me. I wasn't only nervous because we're sort of sending a smoke signal that we're an item in public but I also wondered what her parents would think of me.

What if they don't like me? What if they don't like us? What if they feel like I'm not up to their standards because we're not of the same social, economic and financial standing? What if I say the wrong thing and they kick me out or forbid her from speaking to me ever again? What if I curse in front of them and have a 'foot in mouth' moment?

Those were the questions running through my head and boy did they run because I was barely able to concentrate at work or at school. Yesterday, I almost burned the glazed donuts Aunt Jiwon had in the oven because I was thinking of the appropriate attire to wear for this occasion.

"Wear whatever makes you comfortable," Lisa said when I asked her for her opinion on my outfit choice.

That wasn't any help because 'whatever makes me comfortable' is short shorts and a sweatshirt and I don't think her mom would particularly appreciate that.

Which is why I enlisted the help of my one and only stylist–Rosé. She knows more about the 'trends in season' and 'what's hot and what's trash', so I called her up after work yesterday and we scattered my closet in a bid to find the perfect outfit.

If you saw my room yesterday, you'd probably think one of the titans in AOT attacked it.

"Not too formal yet you don't want to look like a slob. It's a beauty function and it's on Sunday so you have to be on your Sunday best," Rosé said yesterday. "You should go with a warm colored dress and heels."

That's why, ladies and gentlemen, I'm in a A-line, red knee length dress that I bought from Chanel last year. Rosé paired it with black heels I borrowed from mom's closet two years ago. My purse match my heels and I had little to no jewelry on–if you count a faux diamond stud on my ear as jewelry.