Hayden stared blankly at Georgia for a moment. A huge smile spread on her face.
“The answers to all of this have been right in front of me,” she said.
“Um….okay. What am I missing here?” he asked.
It just hit me now when you mentioned Mexico and Chiapas. I couldn’t figure out where I’d heard that name before. So I’m guessing you didn’t realize that I’m part Mexican?”
Hayden looked surprised. He raised his eyebrows, seeming a little confused too.
“Part Mexican? Which part? You look pretty white to me?”
Georgia chuckled. It was a part of her heritage that no one really knew about aside from her family.
“Yeah, unfortunately I only inherited the pasty side of my family’s gene pool. My grandmother on my mother’s side is Mexican though. She was brought to the States by my grandfather.
