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We survived the whole lunch with only my mother and Tristan talking. Immediately after, I excused myself to go to my room, but my mother stopped me in my tracks.
“Len-Len, come with us to the site and look at the plans and give me your opinions. You know you’re good with these kinds of things.”
I cursed in my head.
Doesn’t my mother get that I don’t like that man and don’t want to be near him –– at all?!
“Your daughter is an architect too?” Tristan didn’t hide his interest in me, which warrant a frown from the pretty man beside me and murderous glares from the twins.
“No, Len-Len is a very artistic kid. She’s quite amazing and has good tastes when it comes to arts,” my mother continued to brag –– utterly oblivious to my warning glares.
“That’s good then. Another point of view will be helpful.” Tristan was all smiles now.
“Sis, we’ll come with you. We also want to give our opinions!” It seemed like the twins couldn’t take it anymore and wanted Tristan out of the picture as soon as possible. I think this is the only time that I supported their shenanigans with all my heart.
“No, you have an exam today.” My mother said, cutting the threads of hope. “You can give your input some other day.” She then dismissed the twins and cleared the table.
The twins’ jaws tightened, giving Tristan a warning look before they stomped their feet to get their bags and marched off to school.
“Oh, and dear, Jason called. One of the horses and cows would give birth. They needed an extra hand.”
At the mention of this, my father shot to his feet while my mother glanced at my man.
“Cain, would you be a dear and help my husband on the farm?”
Is my mother doing this on purpose?!
“Mom––!” I was about to protest, but Cain held my hand, silencing me with a gentle squeezed. I look over at him, and he gave me a wink. He kissed my cheek before he went to my father’s side without a word.
“Now Len-Len, let’s get going so Mr. Clark can finish quickly.” My mother didn’t even let me whined as she dragged me outside with Tristan and Cristy following behind.
It was a fifteen-minute drive from our house to my mother’s school.
We were on an empty lot beside the school, surveying the surroundings with the voice of my mother breaking the awkward silence.
“The sewerage line is here. There’s also a waterline in there. And the electric pole is here. The road is wide enough to permit two cars,” my mother narrated as she pointed out the obvious the moment we arrived at the site.
Cristy pretended to take down notes and took pictures while Tristan listened to my mother. But his eyes would always land on me.
“Hmm . . . The soil is a little soft. We’ll have my engineers survey the land first thing here tomorrow morning so we can do a thorough analysis.”
Tristan led my mother in the direction of her private office inside the school.
“Why don’t we discuss those spaces you wanted to add and have your beautiful daughter run down some checks on the plans?”
I frowned, and I was not afraid to show it.
“Yes, let’s. But what do you mean by the soil is soft? Is there going to be a problem with the building?” My mother’s anxious self ignored my refusing gaze.
“There will be an extra cost if the engineers concluded that we needed piles driven on the ground, but let’s not jump into that. Let’s survey the soil first. Don’t worry, I’ll personally oversee this project, and I’ll be here tomorrow to assist everything.”
I cursed all the names and bad words I knew.
Is fate adamant about ruining everything for me?
“That’s nice. So I have these facilities I wanted to add. Like a field, bathrooms, bicycle racks . . .” My mother didn’t stop her demand even until we reached her office and sat down on the sofa.
Cristy laid out the plans for me to browse while my mother occupied Tristan’s full attention with her barraged of requirements –– which I secretly thanked her for.
I checked the plans while they were busy with their discussions. Just the first run through and I already found many flaws with the drawings.
It didn’t take long for my browse to crumple.
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