IN A QUIET and surrounded by pine trees, Zayden’s ancestral home stood. It was early in the morning, and soft light filtered through the lace curtains.
Luna stirs awake, and her lashes flutter open.
Pagmulat ng kaniyang mata, unang bumungad sa kaniya ay ang ceiling. The ceiling was carved wood and unfamiliar.
The smell of lavender lingered faintly in the air.
Napatingin si Luna sa sarili. Wala na siyang suot na wedding gown. What she was wearing now was Zayden’s shirt and pants. Then she stared at the soft sheets, warm blankets around her. None of it felt like the cold luxury of the estate she’s been trapped in. This room was homey and safe, just like Zayden’s condo.
Pero naasan kaya siya?
Nasaan si Zayden?
Just as she was about to leave the bed to look for Zayden, a knock on t
