In the Santana Mansion, Alberto and Sandra were having dinner while discussing Alberto’s sixty-fifth birthday. It’s an annual event for the family and some of their invited friends.
“This year should be special,” Alberto said, making Sandra furrow her brows but raising them afterwards. She was curious about what her husband had said. She knows his calibre of keeping surprises, or secrets rather, like how he kept secrets about Samantha and her children.
“And what are you planning again?” Sandra asked Alberto while dabbing the side of her mouth after drinking water.
“I don’t have any plans. What I am trying to say is that I wanted this year to be special. Maybe we can do something different this time. “ Alberto answered.
“Like what?”
Manong Elias, who was standing a few steps away
