Claire’s
“That girl really had no shame, not with Baste or the guests.” Manang shook her head in dismay at what she’d witnessed.
I watched Manang Belen enter the kitchen, carrying the guests’ used dishes. Her brow was furrowed, probably because of what had happened earlier—Seb and Chelsea kissing. Even she must have been annoyed by the woman’s actions; she’d really humiliated herself for a man.
“Let me help you, Manang.” I took the plates from her; there were many, and she was struggling.
“Oh, dear, no need. I can manage. It’s embarrassing for you,” she refused, shaking her head, clearly unwilling to let me help.
“It’s okay, Manang. I’m embarrassed to go outside. I’ll stay here and help you; there are a lot of dishes to wash.” I placed the plates in the sink.
“You’re so kind, dear. A
