"Who is she? Your girlfriend?" her eyes became firm and looked at me from head to toe.

Latrelle didn't reply anything while I don't know what to react; if I'll smile or not.

"Oh! She looks familiar!"

"Yes, ate. Remember the painting. Does Dad arrive home?"

Latrelle pulled me outside while his sister is on our back.

"Manang, are the foods ready for the celebration?" Latrelle's sister asked the maid who cleaning the mural paintings. They're elegant.

I didn't notice them a while ago. I concluded that this kind of art is called constructive paintings. I wonder what kind of painting is for me. Goddess masterpiece.

"Yes, Ma'am. We're still...