Chapter 5: Melise Met The Partners In Crime
I observed her as she sweep the floor for the third time, maybe mopping it later for the third time as well. I would have thought of her as a hardworking girl if I don't know why she's doing that.
"Could you stop it? My floor is glittering already" I snapped to Talia who was startled.
Her eyes big and her fingers drummed the broomstickin anxiety. I know that look. Matching her heart beating like she ran a marathon. It isn't love. It's more like she's nervous and she doesn't know what to do about it.
"Uh-I was just making sure your room is c-clean, now that you don't want me to move any things from your desk... or shelves... all I can do is the floor" Talia answered, unsure of her own words.
I sighed at her and gave an absurd look, "Let me ask you this... Are you really Hilda's daughter?"
I might sounded rude and out of the topic but if you saw Hilda and Talia, you would ask the same thing.
Hilda Rodiguez is nothing near a pale, american looking lady. She is a latina beauty with her tanned complexion and deep brown eyes. Talia on the other just have her Spanish sounding name but her white freckled skin and light colored eyes makes such a huge dilemma.
She furrowed her brows and nodded with uncertainty, "Uh yeah"
"That means Hilda is your real mom?" I asked again.
She chuckled at this and straightened from what she was doing, pacing until she meet the black bean bag, "May I?"
"Sure" I said, permitting her to sit.
She played with her hair, starting her short introduction, "Hilda is my mother. Legally for that matter. She saw me at St. Luisa when I was 7 and raised me up like her real child"
St. Luisa? She is in an orphanage then.
"You're adopted?" I whispered but assuring that she could hear it.
Talia shrugged at my sudden interest, "Basically yes"
If Talia is indeed adopted then why would she be in an executive school? Haverton is like the best school in LA. I wouldn't get the chance to be here because of Julian and Julian owns a quarter of LA.
So... How did she got in?
Curiosity got in me, "Who's your dad?"
"Are you asking for my biological father? Or Hilda's husband?" she chuckled a little.
I creased my forehead not even knowing if I wanted to know the name of her biological parents or legal parents, "Uh both? Do you know your parents even?"
She nodded, "Paulo Rodriguez is my father legally speaking but we aren't close as he only knows spanish which I don't really understand well" she trailed a bit but added, "I don't think my real parents even know me, I got in St. Luisa as a baby"
This made me feel pity over her but I didn't dare show it because it will make her feel more bad than how it really is. Who would have thought that this Talia Rodriguez who tops almost all subjects, except spanish, has such tragic past and difficult situation?
"It'll pass" I smiled. I never say I'm sorry for things I didn't do, most people does though, they feel sorry for almost everything and it became a habit. Even when your cat died at the age of 10, when your hair got stuck because of a gum and needed a haircut, when you trip from your own legs. Pity, but nothing to be sorry for. It's not like you were the one who killed the cat, threw the gum on their hair, or trip them for a laugh.
