It was almost like a déjà vu, only I knew that my timeline has changed within its timeline. His birthday party started as it was, the curtsy, the kiss from Little Charlie, the dance but after that part, no Philip nor Marco cut in the dance.
The smile was almost plastered in my mouth as I talked with his family, with his relatives, and our own circle of friends, but I have never seen Philip and Marco at the party.
"Tired, my love?" he asked while we were dancing.
I wasn't really sure about how to answer his question. Maybe I was tired of thinking.
"Tell me what you're thinking," he pulled me closer to him, not minding the clicks of the camera as we danced. "What's worrying you?"
Even I was wearing high heels, Albert was still taller than me that I had to raise my head to look at him.
