My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 45 : Have You Met My Parents?

Chapter 45 : Have you met my parents?

Carlos was looking at his papers when he looked up and looked at Diego.

-What is James doing in Teladia at this hour?

Diego weighed his words, and said:

-You said earlier that we were not to say anything about that man to you .

Carlos frowned.

-Say it.

-Well, sir. It was Miss Athens who paid Master James to come to Teladia, and she wanted him to

design a unique dress for her.

She had asked James to come, which was a help to Carlos.

Carlos didn't spend another second on the matter.

-Where is she now?

-Miss Micaela and her friend are still at the mall.

Diego thought almost immediately about who the gentleman was who was asking about her.

He had been with Mr. Carlos for over ten years, he had long since figured out his boss's personality,

and Carlos didn't dwell on people and things he didn't care about.

-Well.

-Sir, Miss Micaela's French is so good that she can communicate with Señor James without any

problems -Diego said this with a glint of appreciation in his eyes.

Carlos looked up and looked at Diego.

Carlos was fluent in Japanese, English, Arabic and many other languages, except French....

-Get me a French teacher! -Carlos ordered.

"How can I allow you to speak French to someone else in the future without me understanding a

word?"

-Sir, isn't Miss Micaela the best teacher? -Diego reminded.

-Well, this month you double your bonus, beat it.

Diego smiled as he closed the door and walked out.

"The mind of the Lord is so well thought out!!!"

Diego went to the mall today to see how work was going, but he didn't expect to see Micaela walking

into the cafeteria just in time, so he kept an eye on things and saw the dispute between Señorita

Carballo and Señorita Micaela's friend.

Diego knew right away that Miss Carballo's dress was a fake, because he remembered exactly where it

came from and had seen Miss Micaela wearing it.

So he immediately called Carlos for instructions, learned that James was also in Teladia and, with

Carlos' help, organized everything that happened today as quickly as possible.

...

It was almost 8 p. m. and Micaela was amazed by Ana's "fighting" prowess.

Her buying power was comparable to Alba's!

Ana had gone from daylight to night at the mall!

Micaela said her legs were going to give out!

"I will never agree to go shopping with Ana again, ever!"

Clothes, shoes and bags, beauty and skin care, sheets and covers....

There were too many things to take, so they were all stored in the storeroom downstairs.

And Micaela, who hadn't bought anything, was holding the dress she had taken from home!

-Micaela, what do you think of this dress? -asked Ana to Micaela while she was holding a skirt in her

hand and comparing it to her body, while looking at Micaela, she couldn't help putting it down and

smiling.

-Micaela, what do you want with that begging face?

-Ana, are you going to buy the whole mall?

Ana screamed with laughter:

-Okay, okay, I promise, after I try this on, we'll go home! I'll treat you to a late dinner.

With that, Ana left for the fitting room.

Micaela took a seat on the sofa next to her.

In this store, Ana would not leave without half an hour.

A middle-aged woman, dressed in a cultured manner, had been watching Micaela since she entered

the store, and seeing that she was now sitting alone, approached her.

-Excuse me, are you Micaela?

Micaela looked at the stranger in front of her and was a little surprised.

-Yes, and you...?

-I was your piano teacher when you were a child! -The woman looked at Micaela with an affectionate

look.

-It's been more than ten years, you've grown more beautiful. By the way, how many levels have you

already passed in piano? With your talent, you should have passed the whole course, shouldn't you?

Micaela looked puzzled.

"Piano lessons? Did I have it?"

The Elvira family had a piano room, but Adriana never let her in.

She claimed it was her exclusive piano room, but it was rare to hear her play.

Every once in a while, she would play a tune that made Micaela want to cover her ears, and then she

wouldn't go in there anymore, and the room was always locked.

Micaela blushed slightly:

-Did you mistake me for someone else? I don't play the piano...

The woman took Micaela's hand and stroked her fingertips.

Her fingers were beautiful, long and slender.

Of course, they didn't have the fine calluses that come from playing the piano for so long.

The woman looked regretful:

-Eh, that's a pity, you're a great talent.

Micaela looked puzzled.

-Your parents were happy and delighted just to see you playing the piano back then, how come they

stopped?

Micaela withdrew her hand.

The woman was quick to apologize. This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

-I'm sorry.

-Never mind, do you know my parents?

-Girl, you really don't remember me at all? I taught your piano for three years, then for some reason

your aunt fired me. I was going to say goodbye to you and ask you why you didn't want me to teach

you anymore, but my son wanted to go abroad at that time, so I went with him.....

Micaela's brow furrowed, "had this happened?"

She basically didn't remember anything from the past, from the past, it was all what the aunt had told

her and she had always believed it!

Micaela came back to the Elvira family from the orphanage, everything was strange and a little familiar

to her, but what exactly was familiar, she couldn't say?

-Hey, forget it, you're doing well now, aren't you? -asked the woman, looking at Micaela again.

Micaela looked at the woman with kind eyes. and.

"He's able to say his name, he doesn't really look like he's lying."

-Well, pretty good I guess? -Micaela replied.

"Had I really taken piano lessons before?"

The woman nodded her head.

-Well, then, I'll be going then.... -With that, the woman was about to leave.

-Teacher...

Micaela called out to her unconsciously....

The woman paused, she was probably a very emotional person as she turned around and, in fact, she

got red in the eyes!

-It's so nice to hear Micaela call me Professor again.....

Micaela reached out and took the woman's hand between her own, explaining.

-I was in a car accident when I was ten years old and I can't remember a lot of things, so, I'm sorry....

-So that's what happened, now it's okay, it's okay, it's good that you're doing well. Are your parents

okay?

Micaela paused before speaking.

-They died in the accident?

The piano teacher was shocked for a moment, her eyes filled with pain. She had been abroad and she

really didn't know....

-Teacher, it doesn't matter, it's all in the past, I accepted the truth a long time ago, I'm not sad anymore.

-Good girl...

The door of the dressing room opened and Ana came out with her new dress.

-Micaela, what do you think of this dress...?