Pag-alarm pa lang ng 6 o'clocks. Cellphones ring, slippers fly. The Van Amstel mansion has officially turned into Battlefield Bridal. This is the day na magiging isa na siyang Mrs. Blue Chua, she stands in front of the mirror in a white satin robe, one eye already done, the other still with yesterday’s eyeliner. Her phone buzzes nonstop. She’s surrounded by hair tools, fabric scraps, coffee cups, and frantic bridesmaids.
"Where is my hairstylist? Where is MIRA?!" takang hanap niya sa hairstylist niya na parang hindi pa tinatamaan ng mata niya.
"She's stuck on EDSA. Traffic daw may humarang na truck sa shaw." wika ni Luna na nakatingin sa phone.
"And the makeup artist said, ‘On the way’—like, excuse me? On the way to what, darling? Enlightenment? A spiritual awakening? Or a Vogue cover
