How sudden do you think is it to hate someone you once love, and to love someone you once hate?
There is a thin line between love and hate.
Anything is possible.
Well, maybe in the life of Salome Alan who reluctantly let her dad be with the one he l...
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•SALOMEALAN
White body hug dress, silver heels and a perfectly brown installed hair.
Mildred's outfit rings in my head as I settle on the couch, staring blankly at the movie playing on the huge screen while waiting for them to get back from their talk.
Mildred was astound to see me, that I know. I was obviously the last person on earth she expected to meet at Mr. Alex's place and I kind of understand. It's just surprising she's here too. At this time, this moment.
I rub my palms together when cold breeze blows the thick brown curtains forward. It will rain sooner or later.
I don't know what instantly ran through Mildred's head but after the most briefest greetings with me, she asked Mr. Alex to see her for a minute and with a sneered look, he reluctantly followed her up the stairs.
For what seemed like an hour, I hear footsteps and I raise my head to the stairs, disappointed to see just Mildred coming down. She plastered a smile on her oval face the second she sight me.
"Salome, it's really surprising to see you here." She quips, her heels already off and her legs engulfed in white flops.
Yeah, you too...
"Oh yes," I smile stiffly, looking up just in time Mr. Alex make his way down too.
"I mean, it's not like it's bad that you're here or anything, but you know, really out of the blue." She chuckle sweetly, settling beside me on the couch. I throw a look at Mr. Alex as he goes over to the kitchen. "But, why?"
"Huh?" I drag my eyes from him to her.
She stare at me for a moment, makeup evident as she's closer to me. "Why are you here, if I may ask."
"Oh, I came to-"
"Dinner is ready."
We both turn to Mr. Alex's announcement. He place the dishes on the dinning table, indirectly cutting Mildred off for food. Which is nice enough, but I have no idea how to reply her question.
She beam at me, getting up. "Come on, let's eat."
The food is really tasteful and prefect. A meal of garnished chicken, rigatoni, some side salad, and a healthy glass of grape juice. I pick some salad with my fork, taking it to my mouth.
"Hmm this is so nice, Alex," I hear Mildred speak beside me. "You should be a chef."
"And you'd be the judge?" Mr. Alex ask almost immediately.
I keep my head low, hoping I am as invisible as I seem. I don't want to be the center of attention, and although the air is a tad tight, I wish it doesn't get more awkward for me.
