𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a Filipino term that means destiny and fate.
A famous ballet dancer, the Prima Ballerina, the graceful dancer, a half-asian dancer, who's adored by many.
Y/n Magindara has dedicated her life to dancing in ballet theaters ever since...
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Many guests have arrived at the venue, wearing their 1920s themed attire and exquisite masks on their faces that just made the others hardly identify who their friends are. But nevertheless, the Party itself is wonderful.
Y/n was very much pleased that they are obligated to wear their masks to remain unknown to the others, and for her, that is the perfect advantage of it. It has been already an hour since no young man had spoken to her, asking to dance with her or even trying to impress her just to try to get her attention. To make this clear, she hasn't even spoken to any soul only except to her mother and her aunt. Although, her mother was speaking to other women, who are her friends, which only remains that her aunt is with her, trying to convince her to join the dance floor.
"Iha, ba't di ka sumali sa sayawan? Gusto mo ba na ipakilala kita sa iba?" Her Tita said. (Translation: "Iha, why are you not joining to the dance? Do you want me to introduce you to someone?")
"You speak to me with that language and my identity shall be revealed, let alone I will be doomed," Y/n replied.
"Why are you so scared that a man will fall for you, let alone you fall in love? You have been scared to love ever since your father died. You used to dream of having a family of your own, a family which you wanted to grow. I know your mother told you not to marry because it will ruin your career, but I know you will not follow her. I think perhaps there may be another reason why-"
"Pardon me, aunt. I'm parched." Y/n blurted. "I shall get something to drink and perhaps...a fresh air too."
Her aunt parted her lips, about to speak to her niece, but Y/n had already gone off, walking towards the table of drinks to get something to drink, a red wine perhaps.
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Y/n tried to inhale a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears whilst gazing at the city lights of Paris, France from the rooftop. But she could not, for her mind was flooded with the memories of her father.
Every time someone made mention of her father, she felt like she couldn't breathe. The grief inside of her still exists even though years have already passed ever since her father died. The thought of her father's death was a pain in her chest, thinking about how she had witnessed her father being placed inside an ambulance after he had a car accident in the middle of the road that one evening. On that very day, she had not let herself experience what the feeling of love and affection feels like. She had closed her heart and had not let any man enter. She made herself a pledge to never fall in love.
