Must Read: Mariana Season 2 Episode 20

EPISODE 2 ⃣0 ⃣

 

 

SIMONICA’S POV

 

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After she left, I began to ponder on the possibilities of Pearl being their daughter for real.

 

In order to be one step ahead, I will first have to find out if she’s indeed a Dominguez before anyone else does so.

 

But what do I do? I can’t think of anything right now.

 

 

Before beginning something, I think I have to know something about this family. If possible I have to know everything.

 

Since they’re quite famous, I think am gonna get a junk of information on the internet.

 

I quickly googled their name and every single little detail of their life popped up.

 

I sat on the couch in the room as I read it all till the end. I got to the name of each of them and their life story.

 

“Fantastic! Their life is so interesting, I must say.”

 

I dipped into my bag and fished out a very small container.

 

“This will do.”

 

I took a bath and got out after dressing and there was a maid waiting in front of my door.

 

“This is the way to the dining table.” She said and lead the way.

 

When we got there, almost everyone was seated but there was two chair left empty and Pearl was also not seated.

 

I smiled when I noticed where Aria was sitting. She was sitting next to Anna Paula, followed by Megan, Marion, Amy, and that was just that.

 

I looked at the other side of the table which consists of Nicholas, Granny Victoria, Lina.(Nanny). I sat beside granny and now it’s was left with three chairs.

 

The empty chair beside Nicholas and the two other chairs which was always left for the elders of the family or breadwinners which I think will be Pablo and Daniel, the prosecutor’s seat. I wonder what that silly girl is still doing up there.

 

My mouth watered at the varieties of food before me.

 

“Lina, could you please go and call the other guest?” Anna Paula spoke calmly.

 

“Of course.” She replied and got up.

 

 

PEARL’S POV

 

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“I love you Dad. Now will you please push me harder?” The small girl asked her father with puppy eyes.

 

“No dear, the swing can be dangerous.” Her father tried to reason with her.

 

“No daddy, nothing can happen to me while you’re here.”

 

“Alright but I won’t push faster. It will be slow ok?”

 

“Okay.”

 

As soon as she got on the swing, she giggled with joy and asked for more.

 

Her request was obliged as the dutiful dad pushed the swing strongly. She went high up the sky however she lost her grip on the rope causing her to be thrown out of the swing with a loud scream.

 

“Daddyyyyy! ”

 

I felt somehow tapped me on the shoulders.

 

I woke up sweating profusely despite the air condition in the room.

 

I looked up at the lady who just tapped me and hugged her.

 

“She fell Lina. The girl fell.” I said as I wept.Kindly share out more interesting stories from generalloaded.com using the floating social media icon buttons below

 

“Who fell dear? and how did you know my name? You just arrived here right?”

 

 

How did I know her name anyway? I withdraw from the hug and looked her in the face.

 

“I can’t remember how I got to know your name but there’s no doubt that I’ve seen you somewhere. You look familiar.”

 

“Alright. Was the dream that bad?”

 

“Did it look like one miss?” I asked back.

 

“You were sweating and moved restlessly on the bed that’s why I want to know of it’s was that bad.”

 

“Alright. It’s was that little girl got hurt badly but I know her father will save her somehow. Why are you here anyway?”

 

“With how you’re talking to me, everyone will doubt if they were to be told. You’re speaking to me as if you knew me and not only that, you talk like someone I’ve known before.”

 

She’s right. I got up from the bed in thought. Why do I feel so comfortable with her? This was not how I was supposed to talk to a stranger.

 

“Am sorry about that.” I apologized with my back turned to her.

 

“It’s alright. Lunch is ready and everyone has been waiting for you.”

 

“What? They’re waiting on me? Let’s go already.” I straightened my dress about to go but she pulled be back and walked me towards the full length mirror.

 

“What’s that? Yuck! I look horrible.” I stated when I saw how my brunette hair had made a black nest on top of my head.

 

She covered her mouth and chuckled like a hormonal teenager.

 

But judging her outward look, she looked like someone in her early fifties.

 

 

I can’t believe I talked to her rudely a while ago while all she ever did was being nice to me.

 

“Have a sit, am going to comb your hair for you.” She pulled a chair from the dressing mirror.

 

“You will?” I asked, wide-eyed.

 

“Yeah.” She stated and I sat.

 

“Why are you being all nice to me now?” I asked.

 

“Maybe is because of the connection. I just feel some kind of connection that’s all.”

 

“Connection?” I whispered rhetorically.

 

“Am done, ” she said and raised my head to look up.

 

I was wowed!

 

“How did you do this? Seriously, this was not needed.” I checked my hair and it was good. “Did you cut it?”

 

The style she did is bangs, also known as a fringe. The strands or locks of my hair was used to cover my forehead since they were long enough to fall over the scalp’s front hairline to cover the forehead.

 

It’s was just above my eyebrows and didn’t cover my eyes..

 

While most people cut their bangs straight, she shaped mine in an arc, leaving them ragged but neat.

 

I knew about this style because it was one of Betsy’s favorite.

 

Thinking about her, I need to call her and explain everything to her.

 

“I didn’t cut. I just styled it perfectly.” She answered sweetly.

 

 

“Thanks. Can we leave now?”

 

“Sure but first you have to change your clothes.”

 

“Change again? Hell no! I won’t spend a second here any longer.” With that I got out.

 

“That way.” She directed behind me.

 

Truth be told, they were indeed waiting for me.

 

I said my apologies and sat beside an old man. I met his eyes and smiled at him.

 

Soon the food was served after the prayer said by Marion’s granny.

 

A fruit juice was passed to me and I hastily passed it on with less interest.

 

“Why, don’t you like the juice?” The old man beside me asked.

 

Everyone stopped eating and looked at us.

 

“No please. I prefer fresh fruits to it.” I replied and gulped some water.

 

“What’s your reason then?” The blonde wavy haired woman with emerald eyes asked. She was the same whose shoulder I brushed a while ago.

 

“Their unhealthy, therefore it’s not advisable to take them. You can take them if you want but not regularly but I will never take it.” I replied her.

 

“Interesting.” She muttered and continued his meal.

 

I looked around the table and noticed two empty seats. I wonder who the occupants were.

 

I’m sure none of them went to work because of us.

 

I continued my meal nevertheless until I heard shattering of plates.

 

 

ARIA’S POV

 

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After waiting for Pearl close to half an hour, she emerged with a nice hairdo.

 

I wonder who did that for her. My question got answered when I saw a woman walking behind her.

 

We soon started eating but Pearl had to create another scene by telling us her stupid preferences. Worst of it all, she got the attention on the woman who supposed to be my new mum and the entire family.

 

They all seemed interested in her useless talk.

 

I wasn’t noticed yet again. Gosh!

 

I raised my glass of water and left it to fall on my plates.

 

Finally, they were all looking at me now. Plan successful.

 

“Are you alright?” The highly sophisticated woman asked and chewed calmly.

 

Is she not moved at all?

 

“Yeah, am alright. It’s just slipped from my hands.” I explained with a smile.

 

“Be careful,this plates can really be slippery.” She cautioned.

 

I nodded.

 

“You know, there’s really a resemblance between Aria and you.” Mum interjected causing the poor sophisticated woman to spill the food in her mouth unto the plate.

 

I know mum said this on purpose but what’s the plan?

 

 

All the eating and chattering of plates stopped as their attention was focused on the woman whose name am even yet to know.

 

Slowly and cunningly, I saw mum going closer to the woman’s plate.

 

Such an awesome move mum. I thought when I saw what she was actually doing.

 

Things were made easier when someone entered and wrapped an arm around her.

 

“Pardon my manners.” He apologized and pulled the woman from her seat. They seemed to be so in love with each other despite their age.

 

I was done with eating and so as everyone except one person though.

 

I ignored Megan totally and didn’t bother shaking hands with him.

 

 

PEARL’S POV .

 

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I still ignored Megan as we ate but couldn’t ignore the boy who was constantly smiling and winking at me.

 

Such a naughty boy.

 

After Aria’s little drama, her mum said something which got the nice woman to throw up.

 

After a while, someone came in and asked to be pardoned but I didn’t raise my head up to look at him and I have no idea why I didn’t .

 

After eating to my heart content, I raised my head only to be met with an empty table.

 

Where have they all gone to?

 

“Tell me big sis, don’t you get any proper food to eat in USA?” Marion mocked.

 

I got up and he quickly held my hand again.

 

“They’re all here.” He said and pulled me towards the living room but before that, I took a strawberry from the fruit dish.

 

I threw one of the fruit in the air and opened my mouth wide to catch it but someone had to ruined it by walking past me with quick steps hitting my shoulder with his causing me to miss my target.

 

“Look here Mr Rudie bumper. Can’t you watch where you’re going?” I complained before looking at the man whose back was facing but has now halted his quick steps.

 

Why did I say that now?

 

Here goes another staring session. All of them were staring at me again.

 

Slowly the man turned and when I looked at him, my mouth opened and went dry.

 

“How did you call me now princess?”

 

Oh my freaking Harry styles. He just called me a princess.

 

“Forget about that because I don’t remember calling you that” I answered truthfully because I can remember what I said earlier.Kindly share out more interesting stories from generalloaded.com using the floating social media icon buttons below

 

What’s happening to me today? I tend to forget things quickly than usual.

 

I looked at him then I remembered something else,”Tell me, were you able to save that little girl who fell from the swing in my dream? I couldn’t continue the dream because I woke up. She was your daughter right?”

 

He walked silently to me and cupped my face. A pair of brown eyes stared into mine.

 

Why does this man look so much like me?

 

 

I shut my eyes and when I opened it, I said the only word that came into mind which was followed by loud gasps.

 

“Dad?”

 

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TBC…..

 

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MARIANA

 

BOOK TWO ✨