—ALORA EUNICE’S POV— De… De Herreras?! Don't tell me... no way!The oldies shook hands and we all sat in our designated seats.“What the f*ck,” Raña blurted out the moment our eyes met—her voice sharp, disbelief written all over her face.“Raña, language,” Mr. Remus De Herrera, her father, warned sternly, giving her a disapproving glance.She looked like she was about to say more, "Don’t tell me—"But just then, the double doors swung open again, cutting off her words.“Good evening,” Rome greeted, his voice low and composed, carrying t
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