CHAPTER 38: Armando’s Death

KATE’s P.O.V.

         A week has passed, and I’m not yet sure if I’m going to accept that deal of my director to went home to the Philippines. Though I also wanted to grab it since Dad is sick and I wanted to be with him. I’m just too afraid to face the hurtful reality again. My life here in Paris became a fairytale that would make me feel hard to believe about everything that happened back in that country.

“So, what are we going to have for dinner?” Fiona asked enthusiastically.

        I’m very thankful that she’s here. She never failed in lighting up anyone’s mood. I’m sure that she’s going to be a good wife someday.

“Uhm... Anything? You can chose whatever you want,” I stated, too lazy to think of something that we should eat.

“How about brownies? What do you think?” she asked, smiling from ear to ear.

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