Eight Years Ago

Eight years ago.

"Chop! Chop, Justine! My knight in shining armor has been waiting for me in that seafood restaurant. We were already thirty minutes later. Don't want to let him wait for another half an hour. He might lose his interest in me."

The eagerness to see and meet this man I got from an online dating app for the first time was engraved all over my face. We had our final exams that's why we were already thirty minutes later from our agreed schedule.

Lucky for me, he replied he could wait and that I should take my time since passing our final exams is more important than dating someone.

For that one single message coming from Norman Paul dela Vega, I started to fall in love with him. I am not the type of woman who fell in love right away, needless to say, I haven't met him, not even once, but he was the future of a large and well-known corporation.

In other words, he will become a billionaire soon. And I dreamed of marrying someone wealthy as I promised