Tinapunan ko ng tingin ang katabi kong si Tita Adina. Kampante lang siyang nakaupo at sumisilip sa tanawing nilalampasan lang namin. Resplendent in an ocean blue dress, she looked like she has no care in the world. No care at all.
“I shouldn’t be doing this. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Sinalubong niya rin ang tingin ko and arched a delicately shaped eyebrow at me. “It’s too late for second thoughts, darling. You’re already here.”
That’s right. I am already here inside a limo to somewhere I do not know, wearing another Pacheco empire waist evening gown, and sitting beside my stepmother. Nang binisita niya ako sa Arena Blanca two weeks ago, hindi ko lubos maisip na mapupunta ako rito. Iba rin talaga ang convincing power ng isang Adina Trinidad-del Valle.
“I’ve already rolled the dice fo
