Another day living at the Montoya home, yet I didn’t feel like getting up. It had been minutes since I was awake but I stayed on my bed. It was my first day as the resident s***h temporary chef of the Montoya family. Yet, here I was, still on my bed. I looked at the digital clock above the side table, it was already six in the morning.
I still couldn’t believe at the unexpected turns of evident after that incident at the luncheon. Hindi pa nag-iisang lingo ang stay ko sa Vigan pero parang isang taon na ako sa naturang lugar sa dami ng mga sunod-sunod na pangyayari sa buhay ko.
I heaved a deep sigh as the memory of the last conversation at the luncheon crashed inside my head like a blockbuster movie.
“So, you are Governor Azuelo’s only grandchild?”
Napalingon ako sa direksyon ni Tita
