Chapter Seventeen

"I…"

"Are you getting a kick out of this extravaganza?" the mysterious guy asked the indispensable lady in high low lace up halloween gothic coctail dress. 

"Eleuthera made me happy, " she hawed, "nay, I am not yet satiated," overturned her statement. 

"You are litterateur, I won't be stupefy to the next cataclysm of Eleuthera's life." He bent downward his head, expressing his esteem towards the ruler.

The lady hum a tune as she grasped her pen and began jotting down on  the black page of the book.

"I don't know how to tell you my story."

Eleuthera bobbed her head in shock and dismay. "Ah,  ganoon ba? Ayos lang."  Pretending she was not appalled. 

"I apologize."

"Wala 'yon–" natigilan si Eleut