Arliyah Villareal
WE WALKED IN the long hallway heading to Sandro’s room. Lumiko kami at doon na natagpuan ang pintuan ng kanyang silid. Bago pa mabuksan iyun ay nilapitan na kami ng kanyang ina.
“Are you sure you’re going to stay in the guest room, anak?” Madam Glorietta asked him tenderly. Bakas sa mukha nito ang rahan at pinong mga galaw. Walang pinagkaiba sa nakakatandang kapatid ni Sandro na si Demi.
“What? Do you want us to share a room? Pwedi naman—Aww!” Sandro smirked when his mother pinched his waist.
Inirapan siya ng kanyang ina at nilapitan ako.
“If you need anything, the maids are everywhere in the mansion. O kaya ako ang lapitan mo, okay?” she smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back, nodding my head politely. “Goodnight.” She gently rubbed my shoulder before s
