A few minutes before six in the evening, Izzy received a text message from Robert, letting her know that he was already waiting outside. She didn’t even bother wondering how he got her number—she just grabbed the bag she had prepared earlier and headed out to meet Seth’s ever-stoic driver.
She breathed a quiet sigh of relief when she stepped outside and didn’t run into her nosy friend Pating, who was usually hanging around the neighborhood by this time of day.
As soon as she stepped outside, Seth’s sleek black car came into view, along with Robert leaning against it like the sky had just collapsed on him. He immediately straightened up when he spotted her and moved quickly to take her bag.
“Good evening, Kuya Robert,” Izzy greeted with a polite smile, which quickly faltered when he only
