Evangeline Tolentino
I WAS WATCHING Miranda heading on my table. She is wearing a black sunglasses, her expensive and branded bag is on her arm. Her black dress suited on her white skin that makes her look elegant and graceful.
“Why you want to see me?” agad kong tanong nang makaupo na siya.
“I heard that Franco already told you the truth.”
Napaiwas ako ng tingin.
“Now that I know who is the person behind my accident, hihingi kana ba ng tawad? Na dapat noon mo pa ginawa?” malamig kong tanong sa kanya. “You even call media and told them about me and Franco.”
“I’m saving Franco from you,” depensa niya.
“You are saving yourself, Miranda.”
Tila umatras ang dila niya dahilan nang pagtikom ng bibig nito.
“You are planning to sue me?” she said firmly. “Go on, Eva.”
Napataas ako ng isang
