CALLEA blew her clasped hands. The sun was blistering hot on the outside but inside the mansion’s living room it was freezing as if winter crept on the whole room. She felt like her blood turned into icicles. Don Jorje and her grandfather, Lolo Tomasino, were inside the library. They were discussing her future with Deive and she had no choice but to clutch the skirt of her dress in frustration.
Her cousins went home for the upcoming death anniversary of their parents who were buried in Nagcarlan. It was still a couple of weeks away but they wanted to prepare for the event. Same with her grandfather who wanted to check up on Deive.
She looked at Deive who was on the other side of the sofa. His eyes were sad when their eyes when they met hers. As if he was awaiting their impending doom. S
