Miss nobody strikes back

His family.

Chapter thirty two

"Yeah, you were drunk last night and couldn't tell him your address, so he had no choice but to bring you here," Judy explained. Oh God, that’s why I hate alcohol. What more damage had I done to Dominic last night?

"Girls, stop pestering her, you're making her feel weird," a woman said, walking toward us. She was tall and curvy, radiating elegance. If this was their mom, no wonder Dominic was so handsome. Beauty clearly ran in their family.

"I want to talk to Hanna. She seems nice," Dana protested.

"You both should be at the dining table," the woman said, and the two girls reluctantly left. I stood up and walked toward her.

"Um, I'm really sorry for the trouble I must have caused last night. I'll take my leave," I said, feeling embarrassed. I was about to leave, but she gently held my hand.

"Trouble? You didn’t cause any. I'm Samantha, Dominic’s mom," she said, flashing a bright smile.

"Mrs. Donovan, I’m Hanna Smith," I responded with a polite smile. This woman was the epitome of elegance. The way she walked, spoke, and even her gestures were filled with grace.

"Mrs. Donovan makes me feel old. Call me Samantha," she said, her soft voice putting me at ease. Just as I was about to respond, Dominic descended the stairs.

He was wearing a loose-fitting top with grey pants, his hair neatly combed. He looked effortlessly nice this morning. I quickly averted my gaze, staring at anything but him.

"Ah, Dominic, good morning. Look who’s awake," his mom said with a smile. He glanced at me briefly from head to toe.

"Hi," I greeted awkwardly, and he simply nodded in response.

"Well, come have breakfast with us?" Mrs. Donovan offered.

"Thank you so much, but there’s no need," I said as politely as possible, hoping to make a graceful exit.

"I insist," she replied, leaving no room for debate. I nodded, giving in, and followed them to the dining room.

The dining table was long and rectangular with expensive-looking chairs around it. "Sit beside me," Dana said, and I obliged, sitting next to her.

Dominic sat across from me. I tried my best not to look at him, focusing instead on the beautiful table setup. A chef appeared and served us lasagna with beef, along with orange juice. The cutlery was arranged in that formal, precise way you’d expect from rich households. Everyone picked up their fork and knife, while Dominic just grabbed his fork. That made me feel a little more at ease. I picked up my fork and started eating. Wow. The food was amazing—definitely *chef's kiss* good.

"So, Hanna, are you Susana’s niece? You look exactly like her," Mrs. Donovan said, surprising me.

"You know my aunt?" I asked.

"Of course! Her salon is quite popular. I go there a lot to get my hair done," she said. Wow, how many more rich people does my aunt know?

"Yeah, she’s my aunt," I confirmed.

Mrs. Donovan smiled, and we both continued eating. Across the table, I watched as Dominic cut Dana’s beef into small pieces for her to chew on. It was such a cute gesture.

"Do you have any siblings?" Dana asked, interrupting my thoughts.

"No, I don’t, but I do have a twin," I replied, and both Judy and Dana gasped.

"A twin? Seriously?" they said at the same time, their eyes wide with curiosity.

"Yeah," I said with a small smile.

"Oh my God! Do you guys look alike? Do you do the same things, complete each other’s sentences?" Judy asked, her questions tumbling out all at once.

"Is twin telepathy real?" Dana added, her excitement bubbling over.

I couldn’t help but laugh a little. "We’re not identical. We don’t like the same things either. She’s more of a girly-girl, the opposite of me," I explained.

"Do you two hang out a lot?" Dana asked, her eyes still wide with curiosity.

I paused for a moment, thinking about our childhood. "No, not really," I admitted.

"If I may ask, why?" Judy asked gently.

"We live in two different worlds, and she made it clear that they can’t meet," I said with a hint of sadness, though I tried to mask it.

"If you need a new sister, Dana’s available because I honestly need a new one," Dana whispered to me, though loud enough for Judy to hear.

"I heard you!" Judy said, and we all chuckled.

"You're so cute. Thank you," I said, appreciating their lightheartedness.

"When you leave, can you tell you friend, Jenny, that I’m her biggest fan? I follow her on TikTok, Instagram, Twitter—you name it!" Judy gushed.

"She’s like a social media addict," Dana teased.

"Wow, you’re pretty smart for a five-year-old," I said, genuinely impressed.

"Yeah, people say that a lot. She takes after Dom," Judy said, smiling. Dominic stayed quiet, focused on his meal, though I noticed a slight smile tugging at his lips.

After breakfast, I stood up, ready to leave. "Thank you so much for the meal, but I should really be going now," I said, grateful for their hospitality.

Dominic’s mom smiled warmly. "It was a pleasure having you, Hanna. Come visit anytime."

Dominic, who had been quiet through most of breakfast, finally spoke. "Dominic would give you a ride home," Mrs Donovan said.

"Oh, no, it’s fine. I can manage," I said, though I wasn’t quite sure how I would. My head still pounded slightly from the hangover.

"It’s not a problem," he insisted, grabbing his keys. I didn’t argue further and followed him outside.

The car ride was quiet for the most part. I stole glances at him now and then, wondering what was going through his head. After everything I had done last night, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me.

"Hey, about last night," I started, breaking the silence. "I’m really sorry. I don’t usually drink, and I definitely didn’t mean to be a burden."

He glanced over at me briefly, his expression unreadable. "It’s fine. You didn’t cause any trouble," he said simply.

I sighed, relieved but still feeling a little guilty. "Still, I’m really sorry. I hope I didn’t embarrass you or anything."

"You didn’t," he said, keeping his eyes on the road. "Just… don’t drink if you can’t handle it."

I smiled a little, appreciating his honesty. "I won’t. I usually don’t."

After a few more minutes, we reached my house. He stopped the car, and I unbuckled my seatbelt, turning to him. "Thank you, Dominic. Really."

He nodded, not saying much, and I stepped out of the car, giving him a small wave before heading inside. As I closed the door behind me, I couldn’t help but wonder what he thought of me after last night. I wasn’t sure, but at least things weren’t awkward. Well, not too awkward.

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