There are lights overhead and on the railings. There are photographs of us hanging and clipped on the railings. Scented candles are everywhere on the floor and a violinist on the side. I am standing on a red carpet that leads to the gigantic letters in the front saying Marry me. Miel looks so dashing in his black three-piece suit.
We are enwrapped by silence that only gust of the wind can be heard. Their smiles turned into confusion when Miel ran to me.
“Missy?” Tiningnan niya akong muli at hinawakan ang dalawa kong kamay. Ramdam ko ang panlalamig kamay niya.
“What is happening, Miel?” I managed to ask.
His lips formed into smile. He held my hand and escorted me at the center. “It’s not part of the plan that I will run to you but as soon as I heard your voice cracked calling for me, I
