More Than The Marriage
singit ni Janus, already queuing a familiar English song.
I sighed, took the mic, and started singing. My voice trembled at first, but steadied when Mira clapped along. Everyone cheered. For a moment, it felt almost normal.
Then my phone buzzed on the table. A single glance at the screen made my throat dry.
From: Mr. Zedrick
Have fun. Don’t stay out too late.
I missed a beat in the song. Janus jumped in, covering for me, while Mira laughed at my slip. But my chest tightened—not because of the missed note, but because of the weight of those words.
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