|Katherine|
“What are your plans once we get back home?” he asked as soon as we were comfortably seated. The cabin had quieted, the hum of the engines soft in the background. A flight attendant approached gracefully, setting down our drinks with practiced ease—champagne for both of us, no questions asked.
I accepted mine with a nod of thanks and swirled the liquid gently, the bubbles catching the light. “Hmm…” I mused, keeping my tone light. “I’ll probably head back to Iloilo. Help manage the business.” I brought the flute to my lips. “And… keep an eye on Grandpa, too.”
There was a pause. Not long, but just enough to notice. I glanced over the rim of my glass and caught him watching me, unmoving, unreadable. His stare was deliberate—too deliberate to ignore. When I finally turned my hea
