Lavine’s POV:
A smile keeps popping up in my face whenever I glance at a bouquet of full-blown red roses lying next to a paper bag on the passenger’s seat. After around seventy kilometers of travel from Laguna, I finally make it to Manila in more than an hour. It’s already dark when I arrive at The Sunflower Estates where Cloette is currently residing. With the bouquet of roses in one hand and the paper bag in the other, I head inside and towards the front desk.
“Excuse me,” I say.
The female receptionist, who’s farthest from me, works her way into me. She smiles awkwardly while tucking invisible strands of her hair behind her ear. She then asks,
“Good evening. I’m Iah. What can I help you with?”
“I need Cloette Gil.”
The receptionist’s smile recedes from view after hearing Cloette’
