Flashback
I smiled as I walked through the big entrance of VincElla Hotel. The hotel is owned by my dad and Uncle Michael, my dad’s best friend.
The staff there greeted me. They knew me, of course. Not just because I was the owner’s daughter, but because the hotel was named after me.
VincElla Hotel. My name and Vincent’s combined. Michael Vincent dela Merced, the only son of Uncle Michael.
Her ultimate crush.
Since the first time I understood the word crush, Vincent had been the definition of it for me. I’d liked him secretly since I was a kid. And only my best friend Aya knew about it.
I was too shy to tell anyone else, especially my parents. I was in Grade 3 when I started writing Vincent’s name at the back of my notebook, over and over, with little hearts on the side.
