Katherine T. Madlangbayan
Change was something Jonathan had spoken madly of, long before the two-carat princess-cut diamond had been slipped on Nana’s finger. When impassioned, her now-fiancé spoke as if a prophet of The Rapture, and as if godly lightning were due to strike them a blessing at any time. It was an out-of-body experience, Nana thought sometimes, hearing of those exceptional leaps in his promises during pitches and difficult boardroom meetings—and yet, over the revelry of balloons, a live band, and a surprise gathering of all their loved ones, she had singled out Jon’s powerful and steady rhythm and fallen quite easily into his gospel.
“And it’s all been taken care of,” he’d insisted when they were alone, plowing through her cheek with a resolute kiss. “We’re so blessed, you
