Chapter 11

TITA DOMINIQUE'S eyes seemed in between being furious and frantic. She gritted her teeth and her porcelain delicate hands turned into metal fists. She didn't utter a word of anger but her aura shifted to a vaguely monstrous one.

"Tita. Tita," I almost chanted with stammering voice. I tried calling her attention but she was eyeing Ania.

Ania. I glanced at her. You could see how terrified she was just by looking at her eyes. She even gulped couple of times and fidgeted continuously.

I didn't know when should I intervene in this conversation or comfort Tita Doms and explain Ania's side. I chose none of the initial choices. Instead, I picked the box on the ground and spoke casually. "Perhaps, come inside first." My voice still shook and so was I as my eyes scanned the cupcakes if the