PAIGE
“Great! You look absolutely gorgeous, Paige,” Papa greeted me with a proud smile. I was wearing no less than an Alexena Chavez gown—a dark red evening dress that flowed elegantly with every step.
“Thank you, ‘Pa!” nakangiting sabi ko.
They originally wanted me to wear white, but I chose red—to show my boldness, to show that I’ve grown, that I’m no longer the little girl they used to protect.
“Anyway, someone’s waiting for you by the grand staircase,” he said, his tone turning serious. “Is he your suitor?” His expression shifted instantly—protective, just like Kuya Trace. Honestly, they’re exactly the same in that way.
“No, Pa. That’s Beckett—he’s just my escort for tonight,” I explained at napatango naman siya.
“Good to hear that!” Pagtapos ay humakbang siya palapit sa ‘kin. “
