Callea covered her head with a white lace veil to hide her beautiful face. She was wearing her white Maria Clara –style church dress. The upper garment was bodice blouse with bell sleeves and her full skirt reached her heels. It was all in white. The dress was owned by her grandmother but she took care of it so it still looked new. It stood like a sore thumb in the midst of churchgoers who were wearing modern outfits. Some looked like they will go to malls or on a date rather than attending mass. And Deive would be horrified if he sees her.
This is the only time that she would leave her room because she wanted to attend church. She’d been sulking for days, trying to heal the wound that renewed. She’d rather attend the mass and listen to God’s words rather than mope around.
It was Deiv
