Chapter 38
Shattered Glasses
SHE sighed. For the nth time today, she breathed hard and deep.
“Nine,” Haylin mumbled.
Camille shook her head. “Pang-sampu na nga yata eh,” she said in contrast to Haylin.
Tinignan niya lang ang repleksyon ng dalawa sa salamin. Kung para saan ang counting ng dalawa niyang kaibigan, she doesn’t care anymore. She’s more drowned in her own dilemma.
“Hayy,” she breathed again. Tapos ay ipinatong niya ang siko sa mesang nasa harap niya saka nangalumbaba sa harapan ng salamin. She scanned herself. She’s wearing make up—smoky eyes matched with a doll-like colored lips, while her hair is curled in an elegant way. She’s also wearing a white ball gown that made her look like a princess. Wala ng bandage, sugat o kahit na anong palatandaan ng aksidente ang makik
