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Much like Lonna Lauren had left the school just after they had finished talking. She drove her car home to the condo and jumped in the shower. She was going to see the woman who until Monday had been her mother and she wanted to look her best. Now however she was Mrs Rodriguez the mother of one of her students and all because of that stupid stone that she regretted picking up. Wait was it her or Lonna that had picked up the stone in the first place, it was getting harder and harder for her to keep track of everything. Life was so much easier when she lived in Hanoi but she had been very young then. She had just finished in the shower when she remembered that she had never lived in Hanoi that was Lonna again.
Things were getting so confusing how she wished that her Mẹ và cha were still alive. Wait her Mother was still alive that was who she was going to meet tonight, sort of. It was Lonna who had lost her parents and not Lauren. At least she had Dì Nguyên who was always there when she needed someone to talk to. Even if she was always trying to set her up on endless blind dates. She kept doing this no matter how many times she told her that she could find một người đàn ông on her own and didn’t need her help.
Lauren stopped looking through the closet. What was happening, somehow she knew what these words meant even though she had never learned this language. She still had time. she went over to her phone and searched for her new place of birth. Were was this Hanoi place anyway? The result came just after she had hit search. She clicked on the link for Wikipedia. She thought it would have more information. She read the first sentence on the page. Hanoi City (HNC, Vietnamese: Hà Nội) is the capital and second-most populous city of Vietnam.
So did this mean she was now Vietnamese? No, she was the same person she was when she had woken up that morning she was still Lauren Tran. No that was wrong as well wasn’t it? “I don’t have time for this I need to get dressed.” She said out loud even though there was no one else in the condo with her.
A short time later she posing in her hall wearing a striking dress that was designed to captivate the viewer's attention. Well, her Dì Nguyên luôn dặn cô phải mặc đồ đẹp if she was going to meet someone important. There was that language again, which due to her research Lauren now knew it to be Vietnamese. She was finding it so easy to think in. In some ways easier than English. No, she must not think like that, she didn’t want to lose even more of herself to this. Focus on what, on the dress, it was a masterpiece of fashion design, featuring a sophisticated blend of black and white, highlighting her keen sense of style. Ok, not really hers but she had been the one to choose it from the closet after. So maybe a part of it was hers. Her footwear, a pair of high heels, complemented the outfit perfectly, adding an extra touch of grace to her overall appearance.
Her posture and the way she was carrying herself radiated confidence that at the moment she was not feeling. She lifted her handbag chosen to complete her chic look. Now she knew that some of that critique of her outfit had come from Lonna. It had to be, Lauren had never been that much into fashion but since she had started living Lonna’s life she had begun noticing more and more. Maybe that was a positive thing that the exchange had given her. She needed to concentrate on the positives. She walked out of her current home and got in her car to make her way to her old one and to meet Mrs Rodriguez.
