AFTER thirty minutes of chitchat, Isabella’s phone suddenly rang. She excused herself and took the call outside.
“I need to go home now. My Mom is worried over me,” Isabella informed them when she came back.
“How can you go home? I mean, who took you here?” Barbie inquired.
“Richard did. So, I need to tell him that I’m going home now,” she replied.
“What’s the matter, ladies?” Mrs. Andrade asked when she saw Isabella stood up from her seat.
“Tita, my Mom called me up and she said I need to go home now,” Isabela explained.
“Ah, okay. That means, Richard will have to go home, too,” the older woman exclaimed.
“Yes, Tita. He is going to bring me back home just as he promised to my parents,” Isabella said.
Mrs. Andrade turned her attention to the other side of the room. “Hey, young me
