Typing Aesthetic

Ang pag-ibig ay isang laro na puno ng hiwaga at roller coaster. Si Champagne Miranda, ang nag-iisang anak ng bilyonaryo at tagapagmana ng Miranda Empire, na nagmamay-ari ng sikat na restaurant chain at pastry outlet sa buong bansa. Si Champagne ay isang dalaga, napabayaan sa kusina ngunit pinalaki ng mag-asawang Mercy at Herbert, mga bilyonaryo at sikat na chef. 5 years niyang crush si Stephan, ang anak ng kanilang driver, at ang kanyang unang pag-ibig. Ngunit sa likod ng matatamis na ngiti at force marriage, isang masakit na lihim ang unti-unting sumira sa kanyang puso. Natikman ni Champagne ang pinakamatinding sakit – pagtataksil mula sa lalaking pinakaminahal niya. Sa kanilang mismong tahanan, nakita niyang pinaglalaruan siya ng asawang si Stephan at ang kabit nitong si Pia Vasquez. Ang tagpong iyon ang nagbukas ng sugat na hindi lamang tumagos sa kanyang puso kundi nagdulot ng trahedyang nawala sa kanya ang pinakamahalagang bagay sa kanyang buhay – ang kanyang anak. Sa gitna ng dilim, isang estranghero ang naging sagot sa kanyang panalangin. Si Vash Delos Santos, isang tall, dark, and handsome billionaire at isang cosmetic surgeon na may-ari ng Vlash Aesthetic, sikat na cosmetic surgery clinic sa Bangkok at sa Pilipinas. Isang makapangyarihan at magiting na cosmetic surgeon ang nagbigay sa kanya ng pagkakataong bumangon mula sa pagkakadapa. Sa tulong ni Vash, hindi lamang muling nabuo ang kanyang pagkatao – nabago rin ang kanyang anyo. Ngayon, si Champagne ay hindi na ang mahina at inosenteng babaeng minsang minanipula ng kasinungalingan. Siya ay naging isang matatag, makapangyarihan, at kaakit-akit na reyna, handang harapin ang kanyang mga kaaway. Ngunit sa kanyang puso, may nananatiling tanong: sa paghihiganti ba siya tunay na makakatagpo ng kapayapaan? O sa piling ni Vash, ang lalaking nagbigay ng liwanag sa kanyang madilim na kahapon, siya ay matututo ulit magmahal?

In my second year running the company, my high school class monitor suddenly started tagging me nonstop in the group chat. [Alice, Vivian was only joking with you back then. Why won't you come to her party? Are you trying to make her feel guilty?] I didn't understand what was going on. Only after reading the messages did I realize that our class beauty, Vivian Spencer, had recently found her biological parents—and today, she had thrown a party to announce it to the world. Me: [I'm busy.] I had no intention of attending a party hosted by someone who used to bully me. But my answer didn't shut them up. Instead, it stirred up even more absurd speculation. [Don't tell me you're doing some kind of labor job and can't take leave?] [We're all former classmates. If you show up, I'll give you sixty dollars. That should cover two days of your salary.] Vivian chimed in as well. [Alice, it was just a joke back then. And I'd already dropped out by then. Why can't you let it go?] I stared at her message for a long moment before typing: [Only trash would call bullying a joke.] The group exploded instantly. [Vivian's no trash! She's a wealthy heiress. She's not even in the same league as you. Poor people really love to nitpick.] Vivian, ever the hypocrite, tried to smooth things over. [No matter what, today marks a new beginning for me. I hope you'll come to witness it. [We're classmates, after all. I don't hold it against you for forcing me to drop out. If you're short on money, I can even ask my dad to arrange a job for you.] Then she sent a screenshot of her chat with her father. When I saw her father's profile picture, I froze. Wasn't that the same profile picture as my freeloading dad? But I look seventy percent like my mom—it's impossible for me to be a fake daughter. And Vivian was two months younger than me. I let out a laugh. "Alright, I'll definitely attend your recognition party."