They stopped at a high-rise hotel in Makati, and as Tricia was peering out the window, she saw people dressed fabulously and glamorously, far from her cheap style of clothing. She felt out of place and wanted to stay inside the car. "Wait, I think I would rather stay here... I don't see myself walking around and flaunting my body with all those rich people around. Maybe we can go somewhere else?"
Carlo gave her an apologetic grimace. "Okay, no problem, we'll just go through the basement so you can hide from them. Besides, I'll give you money so you can buy new clothes and help your sick father."
Tricia could not pull her mind from negative thoughts, and the only way she knew to remove them was to say it out loud. "I don't like this place that much, and I can't say the exact reason
