"Oh, why are your eyes puffy?" Mama immediately asked when I got home. Auntie approached us as well. Because of being emotional, I couldn't stop myself from crying before. That was too much for me to take. When I decided to go to that celebration I knew it was possible that would happen. But ... I just didn't expect it to be like that. Senyora was very mad by just looking at my face. Maybe when he saw my face that looked like mama's, his mood immediately changed. But the question is, what does being Acosta have to do with his hatred of me? I know, he doesn't accept that I'm from a lower social class but I feel that's not the only reason he's so mad at me. What did I do wrong? Or is it more correct to say, what did mama do? "Amara, what happened?" mama asked worriedly. I fainted sitting in a chair while mama was in front of me, standing and obviously worried. Of course they would be worried about me, but I just can't help myself to be emotional. Little did I k

Damn. My headache and I feel like my whole body is numb. When I opened my eyes the white ceiling greeted me. Where am I? I was going to get up but I couldn't because of the devices placed in my body. It was there that I realized I was in the hospital. I looked around the room and saw no one but me. Where is mom? Si tiya? I sighed as I remembered what had happened. A large truck hit the bus we were riding in. Are they okay mom? Are they in another room? I'm sure they'll get hurt just like me. In the middle of the thought the door suddenly opened. An unfamiliar woman who I think was in her mid forties entered with a doctor. "It's okay and you're awake, hija. Are you feeling okay?" language of the doctor. "Y-My mom and aunt, where is their room?" he was silent and could not answer. The woman, on the other hand, remained staring at me but there was a trace of concern on her gentle face.

One week had passed since that day. I already started my work on dad's shipping company. Nothing strange happened. Everything went smoothly except one thing. It's about Arnaiz. He always ruined my morning. Every morning, he comes home early to take me to work. Whenever the afternoon came, he was always there to pick me up. I can't say no to him. He's so persistent, and that makes my head ache. "Architect, your loverboy is already downstairs." Adeline whispered softly giggling. It's already eight in the evening, time to go home. I just arranged the things and left the building. And as usual, Arnaiz was confidently leaning in his car's door, gaining so much attention from the staffs. I was stunned for a moment when I remembered. It was Raxon who always does this thing years ago. He is always there whenever I go out of school. He is always the one I expect to see and he is the reason why I am always excited to be after class. But then, not now. Every

As soon as I entered the auction venue, I was immediately greeted by some of their mom acquaintances. The theme of the event is gold and silver which signifies wealth and class. Beautiful jewelry crossed my eyes which was the center of the event. Those jewelries suddenly reminded me of someone. How is Lalaine? She really loves fashion especially jewelries. Since the day I left San Alfresco, we haven't had any communication. I wonder, could they have been Ravin? Is she married yet? How I wish our paths would meet again. Despite everything that has happened, I still hope that we will meet one day. She's always been a good friend to me back then. "France!" Jerova approached me. He is the famous designer who designed the jewelry that is here today. She's a good friend of mom. And I noticed that even in her mid -fours, her beauty did not fade. Such a beautiful woman. "It's nice to see you again, tita. By the way, you really look beautiful in that nude

Before I could protest he pulled me away from there. I didn’t see Arci’s reaction but I’m sure he was wondering what Raxon did. She knows nothing about my past with him. In what happened was probably what else he could think. But... Why am I being pulled by this man? "Let me go, Doctor Bermudez." He didn't respond. I want to be calm. But how can I calm down in what he is doing? "Stop this bullshit." He didn't listen to me until I realized that we were going to the parking lot. "Let me go." I strongly promise. "What?!" I couldn't stop myself from raising my voice. This time, he stopped. We're now in the middle of the parking area, alone together. My heart pounded the moment he faced me. His eyes settled on me. That's serious. Deep, dark and caustic. "What do you need, Doctor? If you really want to talk to me, is it really necessary to go here? And one more thing, what is really the reason and you want me to talk privately?" "Is