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Capitolo 6
“Oh my God, I cannot believe this.”, Rosé coos for the tenth time – eyes glued on the little black and white picture she’s been holding onto for dear life ever since Lisa held it out to her with a smile.
“It’s so pretty!”
Lisa shakes her head amused as she pours two glasses of that white wine she had bought in France as a celebration sometime after her first Emmy win a year ago. It had been sitting in her wine-cellar ever since, waiting for its moment and Rosé had literally forced her to bring it out of his dungeon now.
“So, so, so pretty.”, her friend repeats in awe and Lisa just has to roll her eyes a little bit. Of course it’s endearing how excited her best friend gets about it, but Rosé tends to exaggerate every chance she gets.
“It’s the size of a blueberry, Chaeng.”, she says as a matter of fact – reaching over to snatch the photo out of her hand and put it up on her refrigerator again.
She places one of the wineglasses in Rosés now empty hand and clinks her own against it softly.
The sound that makes is drowned out by her friends loud “Pffft” and an even louder, very angry stare.
“You think I don’t know how gorgeous my godchild is going to be?”
She takes a sip and points the glass slightly towards Lisa. The wine nearly spills over the edge of the glass.
“Have you not seen yourself, my friend?”
And Lisa, Lisa chokes a little bit at that statement – the liquid going down the wrong pipe and she has to cough a few times until she’s finally able to breath properly again.
Rosé only glares at her. Mostly amused but also with that little glint in her eyes she gets when her Lisa-antennas, as she calls it, are tingling.
She examines the actress for a few long seconds, before she cocks her head and asks: “What? What is it?”
Lisa is quick to wave her hand and plaster a smile on her face – one that would probably convince the media, but not really the woman that has known her since she was 15 years of age.
“Nothing. I just think it’s funny that you assume you’ll be the godmother of this kid.”
She raises her eyebrow and shrugs as nonchalantly as possible and like clockwork, Rosé is out of her seat and punching her shoulder. Hard.
“Lalisa Manoban. How dare you?”, she sulks – walking back to her high-chair and slumping into it with a sour look on her face.
“That’s not even a little bit funny, you asshole.”, she grumbles, whilst Lisa just laughs.
“I think it was very funny, to be honest.”, the younger woman grins and then raises her glass again – waiting for the other to stop sulking and meeting her halfway, which she does eventually.
“To you. You’ll be the best godmother on this entire planet, Rosie.”
It takes her a solid minute. 60 full seconds before the words find their way to her brain and she shrieks – almost knocking the glass off the kitchen counter when she tumbles over her chair and falls into Lisa’s awaiting arms for a tight hug.
“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my goodness God, are you serious?”
Lisa squeezes her – the joy spreading over to her like a wildfire, taking over her whole body once again.
“Of course. Who else was I gonna choose, you wimp?”
Rosé flicks her ear as she steps back and Lisa tries, and fails, to land a punch to her shoulder as the woman takes her seat once again.
“Dunno.” Rosé shrugs and sends her friend a pointed look. “I thought maybe you’re going to ask Jennie.”
And yeah, Lisa is really close to chocking again after that statement, but thankfully she was a trained actress and quickly covers up her surprised state by laughing out loud.
“What? Why would I do that?”, she asks – busying herself by taking another sip of wine, slightly irritated by the fact that it suddenly didn’t taste as good anymore.
Her best friend keeps quiet as she studies her again and Lisa feels her face getting hotter the longer Rosé just stares at her with that unattended focus.
Normally, Lisa doesn’t mind. She knows that it’s her friends way of reading her – and more often than not, it has proven to be a real party trick in the past – but right now, Lisa really doesn’t want Rosé to look too closely into her thoughts.
“Well, you guys sure do spend a whole lot of time together these days.”
The way she says it – so indifferent, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, somehow rubs Lisa the wrong way and she feels her inner walls growing fast.
“She’s carrying my child, Chaeng. It’s kind of a given to stay in contact.”
She hears it. The tone her voice is carrying and she hates it, but really, it’s only the truth she’s speaking. So why does she suddenly feel all anxious and unpleasant?
Rosé being Rosé, picks up Lisa’s discomfort immediately of course.
“I’m sorry.”, she says slowly as she removes her sight from her friends’ face. “It’s just… I’ve seen pictures of her and I know that she’s exactly your type, so I was just wondering…”
“Nothing’s going on.”, Lisa interrupts a little too forcefully. “And nothing will. She’ll give birth to my child and then I’ll never see her again. End of story.”
She emphasizes her words by drinking the rest of her wine in one gulp before getting up to get the bottle out of the fridge and pouring herself another glass.
And Rosé. Rosé just watches her silently – feeling like she’s might hit a spot.