Darcelle’s throat constricted as though someone choked her. She felt like her heart is twisted and wrung—something she couldn’t even explain or describe. Para siyang ma-suffocate nang hindi niya alam ang kadahilanan gayong presko naman ang hangin doon dahil sa may mga kahoy sa paligid.
Nabanaag niya ang halo-halong emosyong bumahid sa guwapong mukha ni Claude. Sakit. Pagkabigo. Pagka-shock. Pagmamahal? Mayroon ba talaga? Ayaw niyang umasa o mag-assume na totoo ang lahat ng mga sinabi nito. All they shared was flirting and that one night in the resort. That was what she wanted to shove into her thick skull.
Marahan itong tumalikod sa kanya at nakapamulsahan. “Well, I think I should congratulate both of you. May boyfriend ka na at last. And… I’ll tell him he’s a very lucky man,” he said s
