BINI IMAGINES (Ot8 x Female reader)
Female Reader ONLY
❗️Men DNI🚫 ❗️
𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿
This is book is pure fictional and it's only entrainment, please separate fiction from reality.
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3/?
Jennifer's POV
I looked at my mom with a pout—
"Mom, please give me back my credit card," I begged, practically clinging to her arm like a kid.
"For what, ha?" she said, crossing her arms, her eyebrow raised like she already knew I was up to something.
"For preparation sa grand opening, mommy!" I emphasized, trying to sound responsible but failing miserably halfway through because my voice cracked.
"Not now—" she said flatly.
"Mommy naman!" I groaned dramatically, flopping on the couch. "You literally told me to work with them for the event, and now I can't even buy decent clothes? Do you want your daughter to show up looking like a stressed intern?"
She gave me that look—the one that says, I raised a drama queen.
"You have a closet full of clothes, Jennifer," she said, sipping her coffee like this was just another normal morning.
"Those are business outfits, not for grand openings," I mumbled, playing with the hem of my sleeve.
"Then borrow from your Tita Kendra's daughter."
I froze. "Kyla?"
She smiled knowingly. "Yes, Kyla."
I blinked, speechless. "Mom, I'd rather wear a garbage bag."
She just laughed, shaking her head. "Then go ahead, fashionista."
"Mommy naman ih!" I whined, stomping my foot a little as she just shook her head, obviously amused.
"Ask your dad," she said simply before taking another sip of her coffee.
My eyes immediately sparkled. Ah yes, the loophole.
Without wasting a second, I bolted out of the living room. "Daddyyy!" I called out dramatically, running toward his office like a child begging for candy.
He looked up from his laptop, raising a brow. "What is it this time, Jen?"
I clasped my hands together, flashing my best pa-cute smile. "Dad, can I have my credit card back, please? Promise, it's for the grand opening preps!"
He leaned back on his chair, clearly skeptical. "Preps, huh? Not shopping again?"
"Shopping is part of preparation!" I argued, trying to sound logical. "You want me to represent the Reyes family looking... unprepared?"
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose—but I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. "You're just like your mom, you know that?"
