Arliyah Villareal
I SWALLOWED HARD while standing beside Mr. Ciejo. There was a catering service outside the mansion, in the garden. Hindi ko alam na ito ang sinasabi niyang simpling imbitasyon para sa mga kaklase ko.
“Mr. Ciejo, tatlo lang kaming babae sa kasama sa outing? No need to impress and have a dashing dinner. May boyfriend na yung dalawang babae na pupunta rito.”
Alanganin ko siyang binalingan matapos ang panunuod sa mga chief at iilang staff na inaayos ang mga pagkain ngayon. He glanced at his wristwatch-like waiting for someone.
“Who said I am trying to impress your classmates? I invited Dayana to come over for dinner, pati mga kaibigan niya ay darating din.” He glanced at me and turned around to scan the table.
My lips formed an O before it turned into a pout. Sinunda
