MMH(Jenlisa Adaptation)

Part 7

Jennie held yet another dress up to her body as she examined the royal blue material against olive skin. She didn't know why she was worried over something as simple as a date, with       Lisa Manobal no less, but Jennie found her anxiety eating at her all day. Her lips curled into a smile deeming this outfit appropriate as she slipped it on just as her phone rang.

Who would be calling at this hour? The momentary thought that it was Lisa calling to cancel flitted through her mind and didn't leave even when she picked up the phone.

"Good evening, dear. I'm glad I caught you before bed," her mother greeted.

"Mother," the younger brunette responded politely. She shouldered the phone and continued to shuffle around the room as she got ready.

"I read about your benefit auction for the less fortunate-"

"They're not less fortunate, Mother. It was a old youth center that was in danger of being shut down permanently."

"Don't interrupt, Jennie." Cora's tone was not to be taken lightly as Jennie mumbled an apology. "Regardless, your humanitarian work may actually be your saving grace."

Jennie rolled her eyes, something that would not be tolerated had her mother actually been in the room before she put the phone on speaker and applied her make up, rummaging through the many bottles and tubes.

"It would have benefitted if you had a picture in the paper alongside a few of the children to show your support."

"There was no need to exploit the children, Mother," Jennie argued.

"Dear, it's not exploitation when it's charity, and what on earth are you doing?"

Jennie gently placed her make up down as quietly as she could. She was hoping her mother wouldn't ask since she never took much of an interest in her personal life unless it conflicted with Cora's views on what her interests should be.

"I'm going out," she said slowly, loathing the feeling of being questioned like a child.

"Why, it's nearly ten." Despite her statement being a simple observation, Jennie knew her mother was asking where she was going and with whom.

"I'm aware, Mother," Jennie answered picking up the phone and pacing the length of her washroom, picking at imaginary specks of her clothing. "I'm meeting someone."

"Jennie," Cora's tone was low and dangerous. "Who are you meeting?"

Jennie knew that as soon as she gave a name her mother would be investigating the type of family they came from, and she had no time or want for lectures. "Just a colleague from the youth center."

"At this hour?"

"Yes, Mother, I'll call you in the morning." Without waiting for a goodbye, Jennie hung up, cringing at the conversation she was going to have with her mother in the morning whether she liked it or not.

She slipped into heels, fluffed out her perfectly coiffed hair, and checked the time, seeing that Lisa should be arriving any moment now. Leaving her bedroom, she wandered aimlessly into her kitchen thoroughly debating whether a glass of wine would soothe her nerves.

It had been a long time since she had been on a date. A real date. She was no stranger to having a companion for galleries or openings, but she couldn't even remember the last time she had accepted an invitation from someone she wanted to go out with.

There was something about Lisa Manobal that was infuriating and endearing all wrapped into one. Truth be told, the weeks she had invested herself into setting up and promoting the auction with Jisoo had her scheming some ways to involve the younger blonde, but her thoughts looked suspicious even to her.