IN A QUIET RESTAURANT in the city, soft clinks of cutlery and low music in the background could be heard. Luna sits across from Rhett, hand clasped tightly on the table.
“I had already talked to my mother,” Luna said, her voice was low but firm.
Napatigil naman si Rhett. His fork hovered over his plate of steak. “Talked to her about the wedding?”
“Sinabi ko na sa kaniya na hindi ako magpapakasal,” sabi ni Luna at tumingin sa mata ni Rhett. “I’m sorry, Rhett. I really am. You didn’t do anything wrong. But I can’t marry someone I love.”
Ibinaba ni Rhett ang hawak na tinidor, at hindi mabasa ang ekspresyon nito. “But your parents haven’t talked to mind,” he said slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. “They haven’t called to cancel anything.”
Napakurap si Luna. “Ano?”
“No one’s cal
