MasukThe rest of the afternoon passed. I did makeup for two other auditionees and one of them kept flirting with me by asking if I "like drummers." and I said, "No. I like chaos." That's why I like Thorne hehehe. Gusto ko talaga mga hard-to-get e.
After wrapping up, I tried to sneak out of the Org Hall unnoticed, like a ninja na walang budget. Tapos na rin ang role ko dito, approved naman na rin ako. Luckily, saaming tatlo na make up artist, ako ang napili nila. Siyempre, ako pa ba?! talent ko na yan e. I was halfway to freedom when someone called, "Hey!" I turned. Of course, it was him. "Uhm... ako po ba 'yon?" I asked, pretending I didn't recognize his voice from my dreams. He grinned. "Yup. Thanks for the help kanina." Sabay abot niya sa'kin ng isang sobre. Uy, may bayad agad?! Akala ko bang practice lang 'yun? Pero syempre, kinuha ko rin. Sayang din 'to, pandagdag allowance na rin. Pagkabukas ko ng sobre, napakurap ako. 10,000?! Wait lang—ten thousand?! S***a, ang laki nito ah! Allowance ko na 'to for two months! As in buong dalawang buwan na hindi ko kailangang magluto ng Lucky Me at tuyo. Mayaman talaga ang loko! "Thanks," I said, trying to act chill while holding my bag like a shield. "Nag-abala kapa. Hindi naman na need ng bayad." kunwari choosy. "Atsaka you did great. Yung kanta mo ang galing, nakakalaglag panty.. ay ano ng hiningi, nakakawalan ng hiningi sa sobrang galing!" Another kahihiyan na dagdag ko pa. To my horror, he laughed... nanaman. Gusto ko na talaga ipa-ban yung tawa niya kasi sobrang nakakamatay na. "I insist, deserve mo naman yan. And also thank you. I think," he paused for a second. "You're Liana, right?" I mentioned my name kanina pero limot niya agad. "Liora," I corrected, heart thumping like a drumline. "Right.. Liora," he repeated, rolling my name like it was something expensive. I swear, if he says my name one more time, I might legally change it to 'Mrs. Liora Nyssa Silva.' Sobrang bagay! "Galing ng work mo," he added. "Maybe you can do our styling for the next event. Bayad, of course." I blinked. "Wait... seryoso po?" He nodded. "You got I*******m? Let's connect." Do I have I*******m? DO I HAVE I*******M? I have I*******m, T*****r, TikTok, and a private P*******t board dedicated to your face! But I calmly said, "Sure po! Just search @glamliora. Walang space. All glam, no shame." Tangina paano ko nagagawang kumalma sa lalaking to?! Gusto ko nang mangisay! He laughed again, then gave me a salute. As if I was a soldier in the war of .....feelings! "See you around, Glammy Girl," he said before walking off with that slow-motion hair flip like he was in a shampoo commercial. I stood there, stunned. Glammy Girl? Baduy pero sige pagtiyagaan nalang. Then Lana and Bambi appeared out of nowhere like vultures sensing chismis. "WHAT. WAS. THAT?" Bambi shrieked. "Did he just—was that an offer? A job? Or a proposal? Kasi parang may spark," Lana said, already drafting a tweet in her head. "Guys," I whispered, in full disbelief. "He said my name! Nanlambot ako mga 'te para akong hinubaran!" They both screamed. I screamed. A janitor near the stairs screamed in confusion. The next day, I woke up with a migraine, three missed calls from Bambi and one new I*******m notification. May sideline din kasi ako kagabi sa isang pageant, kaya puyat ang Lola niyo. Ganito talaga kayod kalabaw. Need ko kasi makabuo ng 50k for my tuition f*e. Buti nalang binayaran ako kahapon ni Thorne, pandagdag gastos din. Hindi sapat na umaasa lang ako kay mama at sa scholarship ko since kalahati lang talaga ang natatanggap ko and allowance naman kay mama. Hindi na ako nanghihingi dahil gastador din ako. Kaya maganda talagang sideline tong pagmemake up dahil nag-iinvest din ako sa mga gamit. I opened my phone and then— @thornesilva started following you. AY PAKSHET?! I screamed into my pillow like a banshee being chased by unpaid bills. "Liora, anong problema diyan?!" sigaw ni Mama mula sa kusina. "Wala po! Nauntog lang po ako!" I shouted back. Nauntog with feelings! Ay teka tignan ko muna kung legit, baka poser naman sayang ang tili ko. I rolled over and stared at my phone, fingers trembling. Scrolling through Thorne's I*******m. 18 posts | 26.2K followers | 5 following Ang konti ng following niya, ah! His profile picture looked like something out of a magazine—messy hair, soft smile, guitar in hand. I clicked. His feed was full of warm tones and moody lighting. A mirror selfie at the studio, a candid shot laughing with his band, coffee, lyrics, and sunsets. Even his bio was aesthetic: "i make noise. some call it music." "Should I follow back?" I asked my ceiling fan like it was my therapist. It blinked three times. That's a yes, right? Click. Followed. Syempre assumera ako kahit alam kong kinuha niya lang I* ko for a service hahahaa echosera! I got up, washed my face and stared at myself in the mirror. "You are Liora Nyssa Cortez. Eighteen. Smart. PRETTY. Makeup goddess. Pakak!" sabay pose. My reflection didn't answer, but she looked like she agreed.Nakayuko siya, jaw tight, hand firm but not painful on my wrist. "We need to talk.""Bitawan mo 'ko," I whispered."Liora-""I said let go."Pero hindi siya umalis. Instead, he opened a side door, an empty storage hallway beside the loading bay and gently pulled me in, closing it behind him.Tahimik.. malamig ang simoy ng hangin.. and dimly lit."You left," I said, staring at him. "Bakit nandito kapa?"He didn't answer."Oh," I scoffed. "Of course. You're just always like this. Pa-bigla-bigla. Pa-importante. You want to talk now? After years?""Because you won't let me talk," he said, voice low. "You won't even look at me.""Maybe that's because I want you gone..." His face froze."I want you gone, Thorne," I said, my voice shaking. "Sa mundo ko. Sa paligid ko. Sa mga plano ko. Sa brand ko. Sa buhay ko!! I want you out of everything. Do you understand that?""Liora-""No! You don't get to say my name like that." I took a step closer, heart pounding. "Alam mo ba kung anong klaseng gab
My twenty-eight birthday came in champagne and candlelight.Cielo Blu's rooftop was dressed in elegance-black-and-gold theme, low-hanging fairy lights, and a string quartet playing soft renditions of indie classics. Glass panels wrapped around the entire deck, revealing a skyline that shimmered like the world was clinking glasses with me.I stood near the railing in a black satin slip dress, simple yet sharp, with hair swept back in a polished bun and soft shimmer dusted over my collarbones. No tiara. No over-the-top cake. Just elegance. This was the first party I allowed myself in years. And yes, I made the guest list myself: Close friends, industry allies and because I'm a professional, Fusion Five...him.I caught them arriving just as the violins shifted into a slow instrumental of Electric Feel. Debbie and Hana were in minimalist gowns, Steven and Orion in charcoal suits. And behind them.. Thorne.. in dark suit. No tie. Hair swept back, a little messy. His presence was like smoke
The restaurant Travis picked looked like it came straight out of a Vogue editorial. It has a warm ambient lights, muted gold interiors, jazz humming faintly in the background, and servers who moved like ghosts in pressed uniforms. Not the usual place I'd go after work.But I let him lead me to our table, a private corner booth with velvet seats and enough distance from the next guests to talk without fear of being overheard."Finally," Travis sighed dramatically as he pulled my chair out for me. "A dinner worthy of your calendar. My God, I thought I'd have to bribe your assistant.""You practically did," I muttered, removing my blazer. "You sent her cheesecake.""She said it was her weakness," he said with a smug grin, signaling the waiter. "Bottle of Sancerre, and the steak tasting set for two. Medium rare, please. Thank you."I raised an eyebrow. "Steak tasting set?""I'm spoiling you," he said simply, leaning back. "Let me."I didn't argue.When the wine arrived, he poured mine fir
This was arranged. But for what?Ayoko siyang kausapin, ayoko siyang maramdaman o kahit lumapit man lang sa kaniya. Nakakainis! Nakakagalit! Pero kahit anong iwas ko, bakit parang sinusundan pa rin ako ng presensya niya? Bwisit!I inhaled through my nose and smiled. A sharp one. The kind I wore when I wanted the world to believe I had already buried every part of myself that still bled."Tell them I'll be there in ten minutes," I said."Yes, ma'am," the assistant replied, scurrying away.Travis glanced at me, concern flickering across his face. "You sure?"I nodded, setting my clipboard down. "It's work.""But it's him."Syempre alam niya lahat ng pinagdaanan ko dahil naikwento ko yun sa kaniya. He's a friend after all."I've painted faces of people who've betrayed me with worse," I said, picking up my kit. "This will be no different."As I walked away, my jaw set. I reminded myself, I built this brand out of pain. I can powder over a memory if it means getting the shot. Even if the f
Ang buhay ko ngayon ay umiikot lang sa schedules, layouts, contracts, and creative control. I wasn't just the girl behind Nyssa Beauty anymore, I was a key creative consultant under Horizon Axis for product campaigns across Southeast Asia. Every day felt like a full runway rehearsal: fast-paced, high-stakes, and no room for mistakes. At ngayon, nandito kami sa flagship HQ ng Horizon Axis for another long day of campaign revisions, shoots, and marketing alignment. The studio floor was alive. Models being prepped, stylists moving like clockwork, directors barking notes from their monitors. Even the lighting team had their own rhythm. I thrived in this kind of mess. Sanay na ako. I built myself for this.Fusion Five was in the middle of a branding campaign for a skincare collab under Horizon Axis, and kahit alam kong naroon siya... si Thorne, I didn't flinch.He was seated on a high stool while the team powdered his jawline, brows furrowed as he flipped through a concept deck.Sometimes
When I arrived, press lounge outside was chaos. Nakakabulag na flash, pasigaw ang mga tanong, ang sahig halos hindi na makita sa dami ng crew wires, vlog cameras, microphones, PR assistants, and influencers live-streaming their reactions in real-time.But inside this small room, the air was different. Tahimik at malamig ang aircon, pero mas malamig ang pakiramdam sa dibdib ko. I was sitting on a chair with velvet lining, hands clasped on my lap. Sa harap ko, a glass table with just water, a tissue box, and a single mic.May red light na sa camera."Miss Cortez," the interviewer said gently. "Are you ready?"I nodded. I didn't smile not because I was nervous pero dahil wala na kong kailangang pang patunayan."Let's begin," I said. She smiled pero alam kong nararamdaman din niya ang bigat ng moment. "It's a huge deal, you know. You've never done a public interview like this before.""Because no one ever asked for my version of the story," I answered. "Only pieces. Only questions that s







