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The teenagers apologized after that. To prove that Valentine was indeed not in love with him – she experienced no butterflies fluttering inside her stomach filled with bits of pizza. She rolled her eyes.
“Valentine?” His eyes bore into hers, making her nervous.
She looked away. “Yeah?”
“Let’s go to the garden.” He stood up and walked steps farther away from her. He was leaving her. In fact, he wanted her to follow him.
Hurriedly, she wiped her lips with the tissue and followed him. As she got outside, she instantly thought he had left her. She followed the row of sunflowers, leading her to the back part of the pizza place which was the garden. There were benches made of bamboos with shades and a fountain in the middle. She was quite enthralled; it wasn’t merely a pizza place, it was also a tourist spot. Starting from its traditional look of using bamboos as furniture and the main materials for building
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By that moment, Valentine at once decided that her plan with Missy must begin. As luck would have it, she had Missy by her side who willingly volunteered to be the one who was going to steal William from her. As a matter of fact, Valentine was actually willing as well to push William to her own friend.If Missy was willing to take William’s heart, she would be obviously willing to bear his child.“Okay, I shall provide you a child only when I’m ready.” It was another lie. She was never ready for a child. She wasn’t going to let one ruin her entire future.They returned to Sofie’s restaurant as William bought food for Mary and her mother. The girls had little to no time to interact with each other. Valentine said she’d be on shift by tomorrow morning, which caused the other two to smile.They headed back home afterwards. Mary pulled Valentine into a hug, repeatedly saying that she had missed her. William gave her t
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Just when Valentine was about to sit down on the front passenger’s seat, Missy whispered to her that she wanted to be the one who’ll sit with William for the rest of the ride. Valentine, understanding fully that it was all part of their plan, agreed.Missy was the one who kept bombarding William with questions about where he had come from, what he does during work, if he gets to receive a good pay and what it would feel like to be a famous millionaire. After her questions, she started cracking jokes that were not too funny. Because of this, Valentine and Delilah was forced to fake their laughs until Missy arrived home.With Missy gone, the ride was silent. What filled the emptiness was Delilah’s voice as she guided William where her house was located.The next morning, Valentine took a deep breath as she was being brought down to the restaurant again by William. It was yet another day for work. Somehow, she felt good knowing that she had declin
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more. Maybe they didn’t need to spend hundreds to renovate the restaurant. All they might need is do a few changes.Valentine wiped the sweat off her forehead as she stirred the boiling soup in the cooking pot. She was making Chicken Tinola, as what Sofie told her to make. It was a Philippine soup dish and according to what Sofie had heard, it was almost every Filipino’s favorite dish.Her ears caught up with inaudible yelling from outside the kitchen. A shatter of glass followed after.“What was that?” Missy brought the plate she held back on the sink then looked at Valentine worriedly.As if they had spoken telepathically, the girls nodded at each other. They rushed out of the kitchen and looked for where the noise had come from.Valentine’s eyes distinguished an angry Sofie. Delilah kept holding her back with her hand held tight on Sofie’s forearm. Their employer grabbed a plate from the nearby table and threw
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That was the problem. Valentine didn’t know where William’s—their—house was located in spite of how many times she had been there. That was her fault for not paying attention to the directions, always complaining and zoning out of herself.“Why did Sofie leave that soup to you again?” Missy opened the pot, letting steam escape from being trapped inside. The scent of almost every ingredient combined, hovered itself in the air.“She told me it’s ours now. We can return the pot to her soon, though.” She looked at the both of them then continued, “are you both hungry?”Missy closed it back again and shook her head, disagreeing. “What about you, D?”Delilah held up her hand, gesturing them to wait as she continued typing down on her phone. Her brows were almost scrunched together and her thin lower lip got bitten by her upper teeth.“What are you busy again with, D? Is i
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It was already night. The sun had hidden itself from sight, dimming their part of the world. The chirping the crickets created seeped through the open windows and the satisfying noise entered Valentine’s ears. It indicated peace and quiet. The entire day was quite eventful.Her arms were spread wide on the bed while her legs dangled off. Her eyes got stuck to the ceiling right after she had worn her night clothes. The memories from earlier kept on replaying itself uninvitedly and it was making her annoyed.She had managed to shift her thoughts to another one. Job. She needed a job. Then she remembered Missy – she was willing to work at William’s shop. Valentine stood up and stretched her arms, yawning. She made her way outside her room and went to William’s.Her knuckles banged against the door twice. “William? Are you awake?”“Come in.”She went inside. He was on his expensive-looking chair, back str
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To Valentine’s luck, she managed the shop perfectly. There were not that much problems, her co-workers were easy to get along with, and the costumers were somehow quite easy for them to please. She wondered how Delilah was going, and Sofie too.She watched Missy crack jokes with the co-workers now that it was their time to close down the shop. The co-workers waved farewell as they left. Giggles and gossiping erupted from them right after. Meanwhile, Valentine and Missy waited outside.“When will William pick us up?” Missy tied her hair up into a ponytail.“He’ll be here any second now,” Valentine muttered. It made her smile a little realizing that he had become their personal driver.Not a minute longer, William pulled over in front of them. Missy pulled herself to the front seat while Valentine to the back seat.Valentine noticed William fix his rear-view mirror and she caught his eyes through it. “How was
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They got up early in the morning to prepare. William advised Valentine to wear something white as the top then skinny jeans for her training as it’s what she needed first considering that she was still a beginner in all of this. They ate their breakfast together in silence.As Valentine pulled the backseat car door open, William questioned her, “why don’t you want to sit on the front seat?”She panicked. “Because sitting on the front makes me gassy?”“Since when did you started farting when sitting at the front?”Valentine brought her hand up to her mouth then faked a cough, “come on, M might have died waiting for us.”Fortunately for her, William disregarded his concern. The both of them got in the vehicle then headed off to Missy’s location. She was waiting outside, waving her hand frantically at them through the tinted car windows. On her right hand, was a paper bag.Missy,
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“You’ll see,” he said. The elevator dinged in a different tone, indicating that they were now on the floor where William’s office was located.Valentine stepped back to the center, readying herself before the door opens. Once more, unexpectedly — which she needs to get fond with —, William snaked his hand to hers, intertwining the fingers tightly. Unfortunately, it was too late for her to complain.The familiar face of a woman Valentine recently met greeted them with a huge smile.“Pepper?”“Sweetie!” Pepper beamed.“What are you doing here? You work here?” Valentine’s mind was filled with confusion. But she managed to take a little trip back to a minute ago. “You’re training me?” She walked first out of the elevator, fingers still intertwined with William’s.“Pepper is a professional model trainer; as she’s been training the com
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