THE Laurent’s private jet touched down smoothly on the runway, its silver and navy body glinting beneath the golden hue of the afternoon sun. Even at a distance, Nylah saw the Lotus emblem of the private jet.
Gumuhit ang ngiti sa labi ni Nylah habang nakasandal sa sasakyan habang nakahalukipkip. Beside her, Evron bounced on his toes, clutching a small bouquet of sunflowers he insisted on bringing himself.
“Mommy, si Tita Nadeen na po ba ‘yon?” tanong ni Evron habang nakatingin ito sa pagbukas ng pinto ng jet at pagbaba ng hagdan.
“Yes, anak,” Nylah replied, brushing his hair back. “That’s your Tita Nadeen.”
A figure appeared at the top of the stairs — long hair cascading loose curls, dressed in a casual shirt and jeans with oversized sunglasses. Kahit sa malayo kitang-kita ang aura
