Allistaire Delgado, one of the descendants of the mighty and ruthless Don Apollo, stood before me with his perpetual scowl. His clean-cut hair shone immaculately against the cool breeze of the lazy afternoon clouds. When his eyes met mine, the initial reaction was his jaw ticking.
Ang aming muling pagkikita ay noong gabing itinadhana ako para sa kaniya. At sa loob ng limang taon, wala akong narinig mula sa lalaking ito. It took him years before he was able to see me once again. Yet he was here after such a long time.
Ever since that night, ever since our engagement five years ago.
Silence reigned between us.
Like his darkening mood, the sky blew out brisk whispers of the incoming storm. His left eyebrow twitched.
