Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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After the awkward and slightly uncomfortable encounter with Krystal, the rest of the luncheon goes on smoothly and without a hitch.

A couple of people, who I was introduced to as friends of the family or Lisa's mom's business associates couldn't hide their surprise that Lisa actually brought a date. One particular lady in a Queen of England hat was quite chatty.

Apparently, she has known Lisa for quite a long time and seemed to frequent a number of events hosted by the Manobans. Well, she said that Lisa has never really taken interest in women, at least, she hasn't found them interesting enough to bring them to family functions.

That would explain the surprised looks we got once we entered. She went on and on for what felt like hours till her husband cut and in said he wanted to introduce her to someone.

I won't lie and say I don't feel a sense of pride. I do. Why? Because I'm the first woman she's bring to a family event. That must signal that she's serious about us, it just has to.

Lisa puts her mouth to my ear. "Are you alright?"

I turn to her with a small smile. "Just a little tired."

It has been two hours since we got here and this event isn't necessarily the sitting down type. The only chairs I see are the ones in the living room and they're occupied.

"We could always leave," she offers. "I'll drop you home if you like."

I squeeze her arm. "I'm good."

Besides, I haven't met her parents yet. Plus, it'd be rude to leave an event before it's over.

"Lisa."

"That's my mom," she whispers.

Speaking of the devil.

She isn't actually a devil, she's fucking gorgeous and I almost do a double take. I got a quick glimpse of her at the Winterwood Charity event but id doesn't match the beauty before my eyes.

I am starstruck.

I've seen her in pictures online, but that doesn't even do her justice. She's prettier in person and looks quite young. I don't know her age but she doesn't look like she's in her forties.

Her dress is similar to mine, a teal A-line dress with a sweetheart neckline. It hugs her curves in all the right places and she generally pulls it off so gracefully. I bet it's an expensive as the jewelry on her neck.

"Mom." Lisa briefly detaches my hold from her hand and moves to hug her. She gives her two pecks on the cheeks and adjusts her collar while giving her a slight, but playful reprimand about her grooming.

Her gaze falls on me and I give her a nervous smile. "You must be my daughter's date." She notes.

I nod once and she moves in to hug me like she did her daughter. Okay, I think she likes me. Releasing me from the hug, she looks at both of us and she's smiling from ear to ear. "I'm so happy you both could make it and my daughter finally brought a date to one of my events. She never tells me a lot about her love life so I'm happy to see that she finally has a girlfriend."

Finally? I guess she doesn't know about Nancy. She probably didn't tell her.

Lisa doesn't correct her mom and neither do I. She hasn't asked me yet, but if she does, I won't say no. I like her a lot and she likes me but I won't push it. I guess we're still in the dating stage so we'll see how it goes.

Heat flushed on both my cheeks and she coos. "You're so cute when you blush and you're really pretty too."

Chitthip Manoban, the epitome of beauty, just called me pretty. That's a huge compliment coming from her and now I see where Lisa gets her beauty from. They look alike; she's the spitting image of her and I swear, they could pass off as twins.