"What do you want to be when you grow up?" A curious 8-year-old girl looked at the older girl beside her, a grin on her face as she waited for Mikha to answer.
"I don't know," the 9-year-old shrugged, carefully holding Isabella's hand as she helped her down the last step. The two of them walked towards the conference room where their parents and grandparents were having a meeting. "I want to perform."
Isabella hummed and nodded her head. "You know what? I could see that."
"Isabella! Mikhaela! The food's here!" Ate Patricia, Mikha's older sister, called them from the glass door. "Nagorder si Yeye ng Jollibee." (Yeye ordered Jollibee.)
They both looked at each other and grinned, skipping towards the older girl, thier hands still intertwined.
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The ladies just arrived home after taking the girls back to the hotel. The rest of the house was quiet, the twins already sleeping because they had classes the next day; Theodora had also already been tossing and turning in her crib, while Michelle and Christen were both in thier room, doing their CEO duties separately but together.
When they arrived, Mikha went to the bathroom to freshen up since their call time was early in the morning. Isabella was going to watch their performance because it was a pre-show performance, and then she was just going to leave after since she had a class to teach.
While Mikhaela was in the bathroom, Isabella stayed in front of the whiteboard she had in the room—something she pushed in from the twins' study room—and started doing some of their blocking so it would be easy for tomorrow's rehearsals.
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Not noticing that Mikha was done taking a shower, Isabella was surprised when she heard someone humm from beside her. "That's the first formation?"
"I think?" Isabella looked at the board, unsure. "So, the upper part is my part, and this is yours. I think Ate Aiah, Ate Maloi, Ate Stacy, and Sheen would dance with me and the rest with you."
Mikha grinned and nodded her head. "Kinuha mo tagala yung kikay line ha." (You really got the kikay "girly" line ha.)
Isabella looked at her with a cheeky grin before returning to the board. "You'll have Sheena for a while, and then she'll exit with Jhoanna." Mikha could see Isabella formulate the steps in her mind, envisioning the blocking in her mind.
"Continue doing that later; go and prepare for bed," Mikha instructed, knowing that Izzy wouldn't sleep once she finished everything, aware of her workaholic tendencies.
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Even at a young age, Mikha noticed that Isabella is literally a carbon copy of her mom, including her super workaholic-ness. She watched the younger girl running in their backyard, a soccer ball on her foot as she kicked the ball towards the end of the garden, kicking it at the tree.
