He happily informed me that he got his first signed contract for a million-dollar project and his parents were so happy about it. He said, there will be a party for a successfully closed deal and he reminded me to clear my schedule on a Wednesday night to be his date. Of course!  I felt so happy to know that he's doing good with their business. But there's a part in me that worries because it means, the more project the lesser the time he has for me. But it doesn't matter, as long as we are doing fine and happy together, then we can live with it.*** On a Wednesday afternoon, “Yvonne, I’m not staying at our dorm tonight because Marco invited me to his company event,” I informed as I prepped to leave the firm. “It’s alright, you should enjoy the party!" she exclaimed happily. "Don’t forget to send me your pictures,” she added excitedly because the last time I attended a party for the first time, I did send her my pictures and she couldn’t stop complimenting me.

My shoulder sagged and I wanted to cry the moment they went away. I was thinking that it's only my second time attending Marco's event but there's always new information that triggers my sanity about him. I knew in myself that I love being at his side cheering for his success but I felt alarmed by everything that I learned. I wanted to go home, but it's not my attitude to be rude to him.  I could see that he's busy talking to some of his business associates and I need to go beside him to let him know I'm back. When he saw me, he smiled and held my waist as he introduced me to them. For the rest of the night, I kept on being at his side just smiling at his guests because I couldn’t relate to their topics. Some people were taking pictures of us and I guess the company hired them to cover the event.  I was really tired just by being there standing and feeling anxious facing people. If he invites me again the next time, I might refuse him but I see to it that m

When we arrived at his penthouse, I instantly took a shower to freshen up. After I dried my hair, I went to the balcony to breathe some fresh air because I could still feel that awful feeling caused by the presence of his mother. "Baby, you're here," I heard him from behind. I turned to see him and he was full smile. He kissed my cheek and handed me a box to open. "What's this?" I furrowed in curiosity. "It's a gift," he pinned some messed hair behind my ears. When I opened the box I saw a beautiful necklace from Cartier. As I read the certification, it's an 18k white gold, set with 32 brilliant-cut diamonds totaling 2 carats. My eyes widened with all the pieces of information and I couldn't believe that he bought it for me. "Marco, it's not my birthday yet and even if it is, I won't accept such an expensive gift," I let him know because I was really hesitant to accept it. "Baby, please take that as my graduation gift for you," he cupped my fa

After I read Yvonne's message, I went directly to our dorm. She was so busy packing her things because, in a few days, we are leaving the place.  "Hey! are you not packing yours?" she asked right away with a furrowed brows. I told her that there's nothing for me to pack because I only have a few stuff. The first time I entered the dorm, I carried one piece of luggage and probably will be leaving with the same.  I was busy putting her pile of clothes on one of her suitcases when "Where are you going after graduation?" she was curious about my plans. I shared with her that I will find some work around the city with the help of Mr. Johnson.  "Faith, I know you like to do things on your own," she protruded her lips. "But whenever you need my help, please don't hesitate," she clucked her tongue. "There's a lot of positions available in my parent's company, I can recommend you anytime," she insisted while sorting those trousers on her luggage.

When she left, I slumped on the couch and burst out all the mixed emotions inside me. The pain, irritations, and disappointments that I wasn't able to defend myself. Above all, the thought that I wasn't able to fight because I couldn't.  My encounter with her drained all the energy I have. I felt so hurt thinking low of myself. I hate that all I could do is to cry and endure the awful feeling inside me. I could certainly tell that my world went upside down. "Damn you, rich people!" I leaped out an expletive. After my cry, I went to the bathroom to fix myself because I didn't want Marco to see me in that state when he gets home. Thankfully, he did not notice how distressed I am because of his mother.  A week passed and nothing changed. He's always worn and stressed whenever he arrives home. I could feel all the tension caused by his business dilemma just by the look on his face.  It added to my agitation to see him like that. As I wanted