“I was just being polite to her. I wanted to bring you with me when she introduced me to your parents but you were on a hurry to get inside the church. You left me alone,” Deive said in a voice laced with pain. As if it was Callea’s fault for leaving him.
“I thought I was doing you a favor. Sure, we are getting married soon but you are free to like someone else. I won’t stop you. Just be discreet.”
But he was not fazed. “Your church dress looked good on you. And it fits the place perfectly because this church has been standing here for centuries. Our ancestors were wearing the same dress. I should have worn a Barong Tagalog or a camisa de chino so we are a pair.
“They would think we are both crazy. People might stay away from you.”
“What’s wrong with being nationalistic? And I don’t
