Serina was cleaning the house when she noticed a black leather wallet and cellphone on top of the coffee table in the sala.  "Look at this sensitive guy. He used to scold me for putting my things on top of the coffee table. Guess who forgot to keep his thing in its right place," she murmured while picking it.  Suddenly her curious ass gets the better of her. Serina knew laying her hand on somebody else's possession was not a good character at all, but she could not help wondering why Vincaster was mad when she tried to peek at his wallet in the past. "I'm just using this chance to know the things I didn't know back then. It's not like I'm taking money from him nor stealing his black card," she said while opening the wallet. Her hand lost its grip when a picture cau

Serina woke up early, as did Vincaster. He greeted her 'good morning' only to receive a death glare. When Vincaster glanced in the other direction, she scanned his left leg through her eyes. She was relieved upon seeing that he truly listened to her, though the warning sounds crazy. A sun struck on the window, then a ray of sunlight passed through. Suddenly, Serina found herself admiring the magnificent creation in front of her. She only stopped when Vincaster made a teasing statement; he said, "My wife, are you falling for me?" Serina recalled they had the same conversation, but the only difference is it happened in the dining area, not in the pathway to the kitchen. She recalled that her husband asked her the same question. She also recalled that she was thrilled by his question. However, her cowardness to tell him her true feeling

Serina woke up, and she saw Vincaster uncomfortably sleeping on the floor with his head resting on the couch. She immediately removed her hand, where his head was. "Why is he sleeping on the floor? I don't understand how his big brain works." She wanted to slap Vincaster to wake him up, but her hand failed to be a war freak, and instead of inflicting pain, her hand caressed his face.  Serina ran her finger on his long lashes, to his nose bridge down to its tip. She stared at him and found herself mesmerized by his looks again. She immediately slapped the back of her palm upon remembering such a scene was similar to the past. She tapped her cheeks twice and uttered, "I didn't realize I was making the same mistake again. Why did I

Vincaster stared at the huge mirror in the bathroom while rehearsing what to say to Serina. He was also trying to smile sweetly and successfully pulled a charismatic smile but failed to execute it because it feels strange to act like a sweet boy. "Good morning. Are you prepared for the camp later?" "Good morning. Are you ready for today's camp?" "This is so frustrating." He sighed and crouched in front of the mirror while tweaking his hair. He's been trying to start a casual friendly conversation with Serina, but always ends up in an epic fail, just like last night and the following days cuz' every time he tried to approach her, Serina would leave as if she knew that he had something to say. 

Everyone finished monitoring each class they are expected to watch. Although there is CCTV to ensure that students would not roam around or that no boys and girls sneak into each other's room, still the teachers are bound to monitor the students every five hours. Meanwhile, Serina was waiting for everyone to sleep, so she could sneak into Vincaster's room and leave once done her business with him. "How about we open a forum of what we hate and like with each other?" suggested one of Serina's colleagues. "Noooo!" Serina stood up but soon realized how she made herself sound crazy. "I mean no problem. It's a good idea," she added while laughing like a stuck radio, followed by clapping hands. 'D*mn! Why won't they sleep already? For Pete's sake, it's past 12 already,' says her m