Chapter 22

At the dinner table, Diego couldn't help but stare at me like a fool.

— Don't look at me so much, it makes me uncomfortable. Pregnancy isn't treating me well, my ghostly face is rather dreadful — I said, taking a bite of food with a bit of embarrassment.

— You're beautiful, Lisa. The paleness of your face accentuates the color of your eyes and freckles. Your hair would look better short — he replied, leaving me flabbergasted.

— You need to check your glasses — I replied, unsure of these qualities he was pointing out, although the hair suggestion seemed like a good idea.

— I'm not lying, you truly are very pretty. If you'd like, I could even cut your hair for you. I studied styling when I was younger — he explained.

— I'll accept that, but no more compliments — I responded, thankful for his willingness. — And what else are you hiding? Are you a painter, musician, or a poet? — I asked, surprised.

— No, just studied styling when I was younger like I said. You know, there are times when w