Dito de Francis confronts her in the hallway, asking if her necklace belongs to “ Grandma Alfero “.
Breath, Kirania. Don’t let him see any fear.
She briskly brushes past him, not saying a word.
“ Oh, no you don’t, Kirania “
Dito grins at her, lecherous and sneering.
“ No one’s here to help you now “
She quickly places her hand in her pocket, typing into her phone without Dito noticing.
Shit. I think the last person I texted was Mirza.
Praying that worked, she unclenches her fingers and tries to circle around Dito. Dito cuts her off, his smirk disappearing.
“ Where do you think you’re going? “
Her heart starts to beat faster. She wipes her sweaty palms against her shirt.
“ I’m going to… the bathroom “
“ I’ll come with you “
“ To the girl’s bathroom? “
“ I just want to talk, K
