NELINA

I was wearing a royal blue body-hugging dress above my knee since I was confident showing my figure after consistently working out in Royce’s gym in his condo in Manila. My tummy has flattened back, slightly showing the abs.

Marica’s black Cadillac parked in front of Bocca Felize Italian restaurant. My heart was pounding in my chest for an unknown reason. I was expecting to meet my best friend to have dinner with her and talk about work but it felt different.

As soon as I stepped out of the car my phone rang. It was Marica. “Hello, besty, I’m here. Where are you now?”

“I’m in the restaurant...