Marahang ginagap ni Cassie ang kamay ng Tita Marga niya. Isang linggo na ito sa ospital ngunit halos wala pa rin itong pinagbago. Though Dr. Matt assured her that her aunt is in a stable condition, that they just have to wait till the effects of the toxin wears out, she can't really be sure until her Tita Marga regains consciousness. "I thought you'd want to walk me down the aisle. But I guess, you never really wanted to see me walking towards my death," she whispered, gently squeezing her aunt’s pale hand. Even in death she'd be alone. How pitiful she is. Tumunog ang cellphone niya. She fished it out from her bag and read the message from Gerald. 'Fitting at 10am. I'll meet you at the boutique.' Patamad niyang ibinalik sa bag niya ang cellphone niya as the familiar anger rise throug

