The flight from Manila to Caticlan Airport took just over an hour, and from the airport I boarded a van provided by the hotel where I had booked a VIP room, and the driver dropped me off at a port where I boarded a private boat that would take me to Boracay, an island at Malay, Aklan, Philippines, known for its white sand and beautiful beaches. It was a short journey, and the hotel accommodations were excellent from the moment I arrived at the hotel. I tried calling Felix's number to inform him that I was in Boracay, but he was unable to be reached. The Golden Dragon Hotel, where I booked, was an hour away from the island where they were. I couldn't see it as a problem at all. What was important, I would be able to meet the girl Felix told me he liked and the woman who had taken over as my best friend—my only dearest best friend, Felicity. It was already late when I set foot inside the VIP room. I didn’t expect any of the twins to arrive at that hour, so I decided to take that time
I initially texted Felix to explain my reason—vacation and distraction—but when he didn't respond, I called his number right away. It took a while before he finally answered, and he said he was talking to someone, so he couldn't answer my call.It was around 11 p.m. when my mobile phone rang, and to my surprise, he asked for my assistance. He needed help to assist him in the project they were going to start. The project was rushed, and he wanted to ask me before finalizing everything. He only had files that could be copied with the designs that Pretzel picked, and his staff would come the next day.I got used to working on spot projects because that was my job when I was in England. I am a double licensed engineer and architect, and sometimes I also work on interior design.I got hired as his assis
I noticed Pretzel looking intently at me after some time. When our eyes met, she smiled and said, "You look like a Turkish actress." When I was about to reply, Felicity interrupted, "Oh true! I often see it on social media when I post on my wall. I just don't know the girl's name. If that's what you think she looks like, I will agree!" “I guess her name is Bursa Develi,” Pretzel stated. “I’m not sure,” Felicity responded with a frown. I smiled because she was correct, but because Felicity continued talking about other things that were outside of my knowledge, I couldn't get on board with the conversation. I was simply watching them. Felicity was constantly laughing, and when overjoyed, he hit the person next to him. When it got harder, Pretzel retaliated against him, and she would also hit or push him. They looked so close to each other, and that made me feel jealous. Another thing that made me envious was seeing her pregnant, which had always been my greatest dream. Sitting s
While we were having lunch, I couldn’t concentrate on my food. Teasing and laughter filled the air. Felix took such good care of Pretzel, offering her food, putting rice on her plate when it was empty, and even deboning the fish for her.I honestly couldn't take my gaze away from them. I was both amused and envious while watching them. It seemed like I was watching a different Felix at that time, very far from how I knew him back then.He was the rudest among his siblings and the most snobbish in their family, but looking at him at that moment made me wonder how much he had changed over the past few years I had been away in the Philippines. He changed while Felicity stayed the same—still the most talkative, loud, and energetic person I have ever known. The two have had very different personalities ever since, though watching him care for Pretzel was not the man I used to know.After lunch, we continued finalizing the plans. We went to the location where we would be putting the small
Friday came, and Felix drove me back to my hotel. He told me I didn't have to go to the site for the next two days. Or, to put it another way, I don't have to act nice around Pretzel for two freaking days. Felix announced his intention to return home by the weekend, and because of that, Felicity couldn’t leave yet because nobody would look after that annoying pregnant woman while he was away. Work was exhausting, but it was worth it to spend time with my best friend. He made me laugh with his simple words and facial expressions, but I instantly became irritated whenever I saw Pretzel looking at us—whenever she laughed with us. She made my inner brat raise an eyebrow. She was nice to me, though, but her presence irritates me so much, and I hated how the twins looked after her whenever she was craving something. I wanted to grab her hair and push her, but I couldn't.Uff! We arrived at the hotel around 8 p.m. I was about to go down when I heard the loud music nearby. I remembered tha
Third-person's Point of View A different Elyana emerged from the hotel's VIP room that day. Her elegance could be seen in the way she dressed and swayed her hips. She wore a tight black dress that exposed both of her long white thighs, put on makeup, and curled her long hair to bring it to life. When the elevator doors opened, she walked out, and everyone in the lobby turned to look at her. It was a few seconds of silence, and only her heels tapping the floor could be heard. Elyana made her way to the front desk. The two receptionists could barely recognize her. "How much was my bill last night?" she asked the two. "C-Can I get your name, ma'am, and room number?" the one in front of the computer asked her, dumbfounded by her beauty. "Is she new here?" Elyana asked the other woman, who was standing right next to the one who had asked for her information. When she spoke for the second time, one of the receptionists recognized her voice and her distinct accent. She moved closer
After crying inside the VIP room for a few minutes, I packed my things and left. My parents suddenly called while I was busy doing so, and they were furious right after Aunt Eugene told them about what had happened. My hands were shaking, along with my knees, while I listened to my mother. All their words coming into my ears were unbearable to hear. I thought they would defend me from them, but it seemed Mom believed what she heard from them. Because of that, the anger I felt was beyond bearable, and just in the middle, while Mom scolded me, I exploded. "Why doesn't anyone believe me? I have no plans to harm her or her baby, and I wasn't even thinking about putting my finger on her skin!" I exclaimed, trying to defend myself from all their accusations. "Do you think, Mom, I could do those? Am I a criminal?" I added while Mom was silent. Sure enough, she got stunned when I yelled at her. I expected more scolding after I enraged her, but instead of getting mad, she spoke more softly.
Elyana's point of view It was already midnight when I arrived home. The guards didn’t expect to see me that night. Nobody told them I was coming home, and I meant not to tell anyone. All I wanted when I arrived was to lie on my soft, comfy bed and sleep without any noise or disturbance, but I knew very well that wouldn’t be possible because my heart was still breaking so much. I climbed the stairs after telling the guard to leave my luggage—it didn't matter where. I was already too exhausted to think about my belongings. Every single time I remember what happened on the island, it pierces me in the heart. It hurts to be so jealous of Pretzel. Elyana was so loved, and the twins cared so much about her. I thought leaving England was the best decision I’d made—I thought being with the second family I knew would make me happy again, but look at what happened. That night, I fell asleep in tears. The pain inside me was more significant than what Lucas gave me. I fell asleep, and I d