"ANGEL!" Angel Jazmin Miller smiled broadly at the cute girl who called her name even though she isn't used to being addressed by her first name. Her name, however, sounded lovely when spoken by the girl.
"Baby!" Jazmin exclaimed, hugging the lovely raven-haired girl tightly.
The raven-haired girl laughed.
"You're k-killing m-me," the raven-haired girl says, choking herself.
Jazmin burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, baby; I just missed you," she says, pinching the raven-haired girl's cheeks.
"Ouch!" The raven-haired girl took a step back from her. "That hurts," she grumbled.
"Cute," Jazmin said, sweetly smiling at her.
"Nope. Gorgeous. I'm gorgeous," the raven hair corrected the redhead, one hand snaking around her waist. Jazmin tucked her red hair on the back of her ear.
"Whoa? Is it just the wind, or are you just really full of yourself?" Jazmin teased, mimicking the other girl's action.
"Come on, let's go home," the raven hair chuckled at the redhead's reaction. "I'm sure Dad is dying to see you," the raven-haired girl said as she walked towards the airport exit, pausing to add, "And don't call me baby because I'm a big girl now, big hot sister." Then walked away, leaving the redhead behind.
"Oh! No! You're still my baby because you're my baby sister, Hana Anika," Jazmin says to catch the raven-haired girl's attention. Hana Anika Miller dislikes hearing her middle name. She despised it. Jazmin has no idea why.
Hana stopped in her tracks and glared at her older sister.
"Aww, come on, Anika, let's go home," Jazmin said as she grabbed Hana's hand and led her to the car waiting for them outside.
Hana laughed at her older sister's immaturity. Hana's big sister had it all, beauty, fame, job, almost everything, but one thing was missing... a girlfriend!
Jazmin is a lesbian. It was not a big deal for Hana. She still adores and accepts Jazmin for who she is.
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JAZMIN
IT HAS BEEN SEVEN YEARS SINCE I RETURNED TO THIS COUNTRY. I'll admit that I missed everything about this place.
There hasn't been much progress, but there's no place like home, as they always say.
I decided to return home to attend my father's wedding. He proposed to this woman two weeks ago, whom I had never met, but their relationship had lasted nearly a year. I don't know. I'm not sure. I lost track of how many times I said that.
All I know is that this "Ave" girl is making my father very happy, and I guess I'm okay with that. I never had the opportunity to meet his fiancee. My father and I will only discuss her over the phone, and I can tell by the tone of his voice that he is madly in love with her.
As for Hana, we rarely discuss this "Ave" girl, but Hana stated that the woman was sweet and kind. So, I guess I just had to see for myself and figure it out.
So, I'm just here to meet his fiancee and wish them luck in convincing me to stay here permanently because they keep bugging me to move back here. The concept does not appeal to me. I had a reason for leaving this country.
I exhaled a sigh. It was a long ride home. I wouldn't say I like it when I overthink things.
"Are you okay?" Hana asked, staring at me. We were in the yellow hummer's backseat. My sister most likely noticed my deep sigh.
I smiled and nodded. Hana returned the smile.
"So, you're staying for good, right?" she asked, looking me in the eyes. I noticed hopeful looks in her light green eyes.
I thought to myself, "She's got her father's eyes."
"I'm not sure. Maybe? Maybe I can find something or someone interesting in here," I teased her.
Hana cocked one of her brows. When she doesn't like my response, she behaves in this manner. I wanted to laugh at her reaction, but she could never make me do it. Nobody can compel me to stay. Unless…
Although I adore my sister and consider us close, she can be a jerk when not getting her way. Because we are wealthy, you could say she is spoiled.
Isn't it true that I just said "rich"? My father is a billionaire, not a billionaire's son. That's why this lovely spoiled brat gets everything she desires. But that was just one aspect of her that others might mistake for a flaw; the truth is that she's kind and gentle.
You could say I'm willing to listen to them. My father and sister are aware of my sexual orientation and are unconcerned. They were open to my sexuality. That is why I truly adore them.
"Oh, yes," Hana said with a determined smirk. Someone has a plan, uh-oh.
"This better be interesting," I thought to myself as I smiled.
The brat is looking at me with a bratty smirk. We talked about random things, not realizing we had arrived at the mansion. The mansion appears to be more beautiful than ever.
While we pass through the electronic gate bars, the two guards on the gate bow their heads. We walk past the large fountain and the beautiful green lawn and flowers on our way to the mansion's entrance.
The two-story mansion features a striking and elegant black, brown, and white color scheme. It's also more extensive than I remember it being the last time I saw it.
At the very least, Dad is looking after it because it is the only memoir he has from his parents before they left him to go to heaven. And, of course, the fortune. Thank you very much, grandparents!
The seven maids, five guards, and two men whose identities I don't know formed a line in front of the head maid, Manay Barbara. Manay Barbara had been working at Miller's since she was sixteen, and she was treated as a member of the family. Her husband died five years ago, and she has one grandchild, Margo, who is the same age as Hana. Manay is the best nanny I've ever had. She is considerate, loyal, and understanding. Manay Barbara is now in her forties.
When the driver opened the car door, I smiled. "Thank you, Manoy Robin," I said warmly. He is also one of our most dependable drivers. He's been with the family for thirty years and is now in his fifties.
"You are welcome, Señorita Jazmin, and welcome home," he said, smiling warmly.
I stepped out of the car and walked to the mansion's entrance, where I was greeted by the people I had seen earlier, including Manay Barbara.
"Thank you, Manay; I've missed you," I hugged her.
"You're taller and more beautiful now, hija; are you sure you don't have someone special in your life now?" she said as she hugged me back.
"No, Manay. Not yet," I said as we entered the mansion.
"Oh, they're missing someone beautiful and a good catch here," Manay Barbara exclaimed. I laughed heartily at her confidence toward me; I like it.
"Eh? Excuse me, Manay? I thought I was your favorite here?" Hana jokes, pouting.
Manay Barbara laughed. "You, jealous girl," she said, poking Hana on the cheek. We laugh at her childish demeanor.
"Well, where's Dad?" I ask when we're in the living room.
"Jazmin! Hija!" yelled a handsome man in his thirties at the bottom of the stairs. It was my young and handsome father, George Miller.
"Dad!" I yelled, rushing up to him and hugging him. I missed this man so much.
Perhaps you're wondering why my father is too young to have me. We'll have plenty of time to discuss that.
"Let's go to the dining hall," Dad chirped.
HANA FINALLY, MY FAMILY IS COMPLETE!The scenario that I'm seeing right now has my heart racing. I'm thrilled that my big sister is here with us, and I mentally promise that I'll do everything in my power to keep her here permanently. When Dad marries Averi, we will be a completely happy family. I can't help but smile. Angel or Jazmin preferred to call her by her middle name, and we were stepsisters. When he was sixteen, her mother was my father's girlfriend, and he impregnated her without knowing it. My grandparents threatened her, so she didn't tell him. Jazmin's mother was impoverished, and my grandparents believe she is only after my father's money. So they give her a small sum of money to keep her away from my Dad. J
JAZMIN I BEGAN TELLING DAD ABOUT MY TRAVELS WHILE I WAS AWAY FROM THEM.I told him about my adventures while touring the United States searching for unusual chocolates to use in my new recipes. It can be good or bad as long as it is distinct from other chocolate recipes. That's precisely what I did after graduating from NYU with honors, learning more about chocolates and sweets. Then Dad called Hana's name, and she seemed unconcerned about our presence. She's frowning now, but she'll smile again soon. She was utterly unaware that Dad and I were staring at her. Someone is lost in thought. I've always loved sweets and chocolates since I was a child. My mother was a fantastic
JAZMIN Flashback continues… AND THE WINNER OF THIS YEAR'S CUPCUPCAKE AND DESSERT WAR IS..."the emcee's voice echoed throughout the school gym as the fake drum rolls played. My stomach is doing somersaults, but I'm confident I'll win this competition. "Angel Bonnie Ramirez!" The crowd applauded my name, and I heard my name called and announced as a winner, but I'm still processing the situation; I'm so overwhelmed that I think I'm going to cry, a cry for victory and happiness. "Miss Ramirez, please take the stage!" The emcee called me again, and this time I obeyed. "R
JAZMIN "I MISSEDyou, Ma," I said to myself. I buried my face in my knees and sobbed silently. I don't want to bother them with my sobbing right now. I don't want them to see me like this. After a long bath, I went out to the bathroom and put on my white nightgown. I went to my bed and lay down. I sighed a heavy sigh. I'm exhausted physically, but my mind refuses to shut down. I'm thinking about Averi again. I've always wondered how she managed to keep her slender and beautiful figure over the years. She grew into a stunning woman. I can't stop staring at her sexy toned legs, revealed in her working skirt a while ago. Her s
JAZMIN I WOKEup at one-thirty in the afternoon. I slept too long, but it felt great. I'm not sure when was the last time I slept that long. It's perfect to be back home. I went for a shower, and after that, I wore my ripped jean short shorts and a white V-neck shirt, then my slippers. I have no plans of going out today. I still needed to rest. And I'm hungry, so I need to eat first. Although I can make this easy by just calling the maids, even if we are rich, I'm not taking advantage of anything that I have right now. Though at work, if I start in the Angel Food Industry, which I'm sure it's pretty soon, I'll take advantage of my position as the owner's daughter for them to respect me. "Good morning, Señorita," the maid
JAZMIN Flashback starts… "KIDS,dinner's ready!" Mama called from the dining area. We rushed to the dining room. Yes. WE. Who else is with me? No other than my two BFFs. They are having dinner with us. We are here at our new house. Yep, new house. I rented a new house owned by Pearl's aunt. It's bigger and more presentable. Her aunt abandoned the house because she married a Korean, so her husband wanted her to move with him; that's why she left the house vacant. Pearl has their house nearby, and Ben rents an apartment nearby. But actually, they're crashing here every
JAZMIN Flashback continues… THEDAYSat school get even better because Ezra and I have the same classes together! I keep on reciting to myself that I'm not gay and I only admire her. My 'admiration' got more profound when I learned that she's the President of the student council and the volleyball team captain. I don't know how she managed her time, but she's doing great. Wow! And I saw how the students adored her. They respect her as their leader; I mean, they love her. Even Noah agreed that she is a great and friendly person. Her boyfrie
JAZMINFlashback continues…I DON'Tknow what to wear to the dinner, but thankfully, Pearl is my super best friend because she did all the work and helped me with the dress. I'm happy I have a friend like her. She's my fashion designer. All thanks to her!I'm nervous about what to wear. I want The Mendez to be impressed, but I want Ezra to be impressed with what I will wear deep inside."And finish," Pearl said, finishing my makeup. She just put on light makeup; she knows I'm not a fan of it. "I'm pretty sure they'll look at you in awe," she said, looking at me up and down.