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Pride and Preference
Pride and Preference
Pride and Preference
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In this modern twist on the classic, a mother wants the very best for her daughters. Will Eloisa, Doña Chona's most responsible child, find true love with the arrogant Dario? Much happens in this romantic comedy. Chuckles, sighing hearts, romance. A fun and quick read.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMia Rodriguez
Release dateDec 19, 2014
ISBN9781310371950
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    Pride and Preference - Mia Rodriguez

    Pride and Preference

    Copyright 2014 Mia Rodriguez

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    Table of Contents

    Preface

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    Chapter 5

    Chapter 6

    Chapter 7

    Chapter 8

    Chapter 9

    Chapter 10

    Chapter 11

    Chapter 12

    Chapter 13

    Chapter 14

    Chapter 15

    Chapter 16

    Chapter 17

    Chapter 18

    Chapter 19

    Chapter 20

    Chapter 21

    Chapter 22

    Chapter 23

    Chapter 24

    Chapter 25

    Chapter 26

    Epilogue

    Preface

    Losers need not apply.

    That was the iron clad rule the jovial but lioness with protecting her cubs Doña Chona Longoria had concerning boyfriends for her four lovely daughters. At her age, she had seen way too much ridiculousness, too many of what she called bad carambas (for goodness sakes) of girls and women ending up in the most horrid and harmful relationships.

    So she had compiled a list of loser boyfriends prohibited to her daughters:

    *Giggy gigolos only wanting a free meal ticket.

    *Lazy leeches sucking the very lifeblood from their victims.

    *Domineering dreadfuls obsessed with manipulating and dominating everyone and everything around them.

    *Lying lascivious lumps of wasted human flesh.

    Also:

    Absolutely not permitted—sidewalk spitters, constant farters, avid nose pickers, commitment phobes, toilet missers, bellowing belchers, and smelly burp competitors.

    Definitely no males with—work allergies, roving eyeballs, spend-the-last-dollar-on-a-beer malignancy, and stomach like a potbellied pig but you shouldn’t have an ounce of fat attitude.

    And especially no condescending fellas who didn’t like her family! It was of colossal importance that any suitors join the whole family and not just one member of it.

    Doña Chona kept adding to the list as she saw fit. Because she had all those disasters in her extended family and her poor deceased husband was no longer around, the heavy load of making certain her daughters ended up in healthy relationships fell squarely on her shoulders. With her firm and fierce determination, her daughters had to end up with hardworking, upright males with very bright futures. There was just no two ways about it. She would make absolute certain of it!

    No bad caramba fellows for her precious daughters!

    Just good caramba boyfriends!!!

    Chapter 1

    Once upon a long time ago, Doña Chona had prayed fervently that God give her only sons. But God had fooled her and given her only one son, the eldest, and four daughters. She had foolishly thought that having sons would guarantee devotion to the mother since boys were generally closer to their mothers and girls to their fathers. Nowadays Doña Chona looked to the heavens with a big sigh of relief and gave thanks for an all mighty who knew what was best for her.

    As it had turned out, her only son had gone off and wed when she had needed him the most. To make matters worse, Balbino Jr. never helped her with a single cent even when he married into a wealthy family and made a huge salary working in his in-laws' prosperous shoe manufacturing business. Instead, she was left to forge on with only scarce resources when her husband had died while falling from the roof as he was trying to patch it.

    It had been her eldest daughter, Eloisa, who had given up so much to help her since Doña Chona would never have made ends meet with her scant salary from the Southwest Cannery. Once Carmela, her second eldest daughter, had graduated from high school, she too brought home her paycheck from the Happy Kids Daycare. Then there were her two youngest daughters, Lola and Marta, sixteen and fifteen respectively, two giggly girls, but nonetheless so full of life that they were the apple of their mother's eye.

    Doña Chona often admired her girls as they watched television. She looked at each, one at a time, and smiled. Her heart swelled with pride as she remembered the compliments she often received.

    Your girls are so responsible.

    Your girls are absolutely beautiful.

    Your girls are exemplary.

    The eldest ones received the most compliments. In fact, through the years many of the parents in the neighborhood would only allow their daughters to go out if they were in the responsible company of the eldest Longoria sisters. These parents knew that Eloisa and Carmela never partook in trouble making activities and were always home on time, without complaint.

    If Doña Chona had one tiny lament though, it was that Eloisa was a bit too harsh on the younger girls. She was the one who had implemented a strict curfew and limited their outings. Even at this exact moment, Eloisa was making certain the younger Longoria sisters finished their homework.

    Mama, why do we have to do this now? grumbled Lola. It's Friday. We have the whole weekend!

    Doña Chona looked at her eldest daughter. "Caramba, Eloisa, maybe they can finish their homework later."

    No, Mama, it's better if they get it out of the way, I'm not asking them to do anything I'm not doing. I'm finishing my college homework too.

    Doña Chona nodded. Your sister is right. Do as she says.

    Finish your homework, Eloisa stated.

    Okay, you’re Majesty retorted Lola, grimacing.

    Eloisa ignored her sarcasm. Besides, there's no time to do it tomorrow. We're going to the christening.

    The christening! exclaimed Marta.

    A big fiesta! expressed Lola excitedly. With lots of food, music, and fun!

    We won't go if you don't finish your homework, remarked Eloisa. And you know I mean it.

    Whatever!

    Lola! Don't talk to your sister like that, scolded Doña Chona.

    But, Mama, she never lets us have any fun, grumbled Lola.

    Never! burst Marta.

    Eloisa eyed Marta and Lola sternly. You can have fun when you finish your homework.

    After Lola and Marta eyed each other with an exasperated look, they returned to their books. Doña Chona smiled at Eloisa knowing that she didn't actually want to go to the christening of Balbino Jr.'s newly born son. Eloisa had complete distaste for her brother's high living ways. But Doña Chona had her own special motive for wanting her daughters to attend. Yes, Balbino Jr. was a snob. Yes, his wife thought she was the queen of El Paso. Yes, it would probably be a boring, lifeless get-together with no piñatas or mariachis anywhere to be seen. It would be a bad caramba party in that way.

    But . . .

    And it was a big but, many successful eligible males would be there. If Doña Chona got her daughters interested in the right kind of beaus, maybe they wouldn’t end up with the wrong misfortunes that would surely only serve to break their tender hearts and winning spirits.

    Horrible bad, bad carambas.

    Instead, with her discerning eye—great, great carambas!

    Chapter 2

    Balbino Jr. and his wife, Ivana, stood in one of the private rooms at St. Anthony's cathedral. The English nanny had the baby as Ivana paced nervously.

    Your family better not embarrass us, Balb, she demanded, her face in a tight scrunch.

    Balbino Jr. made an anguished face. "I, like you, would've preferred not to invite them, but

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