𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝐈𝐈𝐈 || 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐩𝐨

"Pagtagpo" means encounter or meet.
"Inay" or "Nay" means Mother.

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"Dearest darling, you must try these gowns that I have designed for you." Mrs Magindara pursed her lips, eyeing the gowns that she designed on the Mannequins. "You must already choose something to wear, especially when Mr Lemmington's wedding is in 3 days."

"Nay, I can just try them on the day after tomorrow. Please, I beg of you." Y/n pleaded. "Today's the rehearsal. I have to go."

"No, you have to choose now before I could send these gowns to the Vanity Fair Magazine Company." Her mother reasoned. "If you will not try it, then you must choose between these 5."

A sigh left Y/n's lips, turning her eyes back to the 5 mannequins that had gowns worn on them.

She couldn't seem to choose one of them, for her mother's designs are all very pleasing to her. They were all formal, simple but elegant, and compliments her body beautifully. She knows how she'll feel confident with those gowns that were worn around those mannequins.

She eyed up and down at the orange silk dress. She could imagine how good she will look in it, how elegant will she look. However, she didn't want to look more outstanding than the bride. She wanted the bride to celebrate her day, especially when the bride, Ms Harriet Lee, the soon-to-be Mrs Lemmington, treated her nicely. She's a very kind and dear woman to her.

She shifted her eyes to the imperial blue coloured silk gown. Her skin would really look good in it and the gown will fit well with the silver earrings that she bought at Tiffany & Co. just last week.

"You send the other dresses the Fair Vanity and you may just leave the blue one." She said to her dearest Mama.

"Wonderful!" Mrs Magindara exclaimed in delight. "Now, you best be going before you arrived late in the theatre."

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Draco found a Parking Lot nearby the Palais Garnier, the grand opera house, where Marc works as an intern. The grand opera house, where he was told to meet him.

The Parking Lot he had chosen was nearby a small basketball court. It is located behind the Opera house and it is where the danseur, the male ballet dancers, would spend their time during the break.

Draco was told to enter at the back door for the reason that the foyer was being cleaned by the staff, for tomorrow was the day that the dancers are to perform the Don Quixote, a story of a dreamer who takes his adventures in the fantasy world, where he believes he's a knight searching for his beloved.

As he was passing by, he noticed that a young lady was alone on the court, throwing the ball on the net.

She was wearing a blue hoodie and black leggings, pairing them with white sneakers. She has a petite body and Draco could identify that she is one of the dancers here. So, he decided to approach her and ask if she knows Marc.

"Pardon me?" Draco uttered.

The girl froze from her movements and flinched her head only to see a man standing nearby her. She felt as if she had been caught. Was it a reporter from the gossip papers? A paparazzi? These questions ran through her mind.

She wasn't supposed to be seen playing basketball. She wasn't supposed to be playing, for her mother thinks it is not proper for a young lady like her to do such manly activities. And so, she just ran away, going back inside, before Draco could even get the chance to ask if she happens to know Marc.

She slammed the door behind her and pressed her back against it. Although, there was this feeling that he wanted to peek at. So, Y/n opened the door slightly and peeked through the small gap in the door and tried to observe him.

And there it snapped her.

She knew who this man is. He is no other than the man she had read in the gossip papers.

She knew this boy is a writer and it scared her, truly. Scared that "what if this young writer will write about her and her hobby". A hobby that she had shared with her father and a hobby that was taught by her father. She's scared that if someone had seen her and writes it in the newspapers or gossip paper playing basketball, she will be doomed and she will make her mother disappointed.

There was one time when she was caught by her dear mother and her Mama slapped her on her cheek, scolding her about why she wouldn't listen to her own dearest Mama.

She never wanted that again. Not ever. It was a painful memory and she didn't want that to happen again.

"Oh, Ms Y/n, you're here all along." Said Marc, who has been trying to look around, finding her. "Mr Lemmington has been calling for you."

"I'll just get change then. I'll be there in a mere moment. Good day." Then she walked off after she bid farewell to Marc.

Marc watched her until she disappeared from his sight. He knew her secret that she was playing basketball all by herself on the court, but she chose not to tell anyone, for he knew that she was defined as a perfect girl in the gossip papers. The perfect girl that everyone admires and every man of nobility and of wealth to marry. However, according to the Gossip Papers, she has turned down not once, not twice, but 10 men already since last year when she turned 21.

Moreover, Y/n doesn't know that Marc knows her secret. Marc had only caught her many times playing alone on the court.

Marc opened the back door and saw Draco, who looked stunned after he got ignored by the woman.

Although, he hasn't seen anyone with such exquisite beauty and he got the feeling that he had seen her before. He gave it a thought, a thought of where he might have seen the woman. Then there he thought of her beautiful skin, brown as it shone under the sun like gold.

She was the girl that he had seen yesterday whilst driving at Avenue des Champs-Élysées. And now that Draco had seen her face, he was quite very amused.

"Draco!" Marc called, beckoning his hand for Draco to come closer. "Why do you look like you have just been—"

"I was supposed to ask the lady who was just playing in here. I think you might have encountered her." Draco asked. "Who is she, if I may ask?"

"Do you truly not know who she is?" Marc smirked in disbelief. "Oh, how could I forget. You just have arrived 2 days ago." He chuckled. "She's the girl."

"The girl? You mean the Prima?"

"Yes, that would be her."

"Didn't know she was quite a beauty?" A small smirk of amusement appeared on Draco's lips.

"I must remind you that she is not any girl you can just take interest in. She's not any girl you can just have any one night stand or dream of marrying her. I must tell you that she had rejected men from high society. Many men, I must say."