Crossed Paths

II

Catalina POV:

Catalina POV:

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. This is your captain speaking. We’re beginning our descent into Zamboanga City, and we expect to land in approximately 12:30 p.m. Please make sure your seatbelts are securely fastened and your seatbacks are in their upright position. We’ll keep you updated on our progress. Thank you for flying with us today,” the pilot announced.

I sighed, gazing out the window as the plane began its descent. After a long flight of 16 to 20 hours, I was finally back in Zamboanga City, my hometown where my parents still lived. As the plane descended, old memories began to flood my mind. I shut my eyes momentarily, trying to silence the turbulent thoughts.

‘It’s been 11 years since that accident happened; you need to move forward, Cat,’ I whispered to myself, attempting to calm the storm within.

A few moments later, the pilot’s voice crackled through the intercom once more.

“Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. We have now reached the gate here in Zamboanga City. You may now disembark the aircraft. Please check that you have all your personal belongings before leaving your seat. If you need any assistance or have connecting flights, our ground staff will be available to help. Thank you for flying with us today. We hope you have a wonderful stay in Zamboanga City.”

I swiftly gathered my belongings and made my way to the exit. The air in Zamboanga felt different, warm and inviting after the cold London climate. The airport, though modest compared to the grand terminals I was used to, had its own charm. As I walked through the arrival hall, my gaze scanned the crowd for my driver.

And there he was—an elegant figure in a tailored suit, standing amidst the bustling crowd. His presence was marked by a subtle air of refinement, his impeccable attire hinting at his esteemed role as Señor Damian’s personal driver. He held a sign with my name written in elegant script. His poised demeanor and the air of sophistication he exuded were unmistakable.

As I approached him, I could hear the gentle hum of the city outside, a stark contrast to the refined silence of London’s streets. The driver greeted me with a respectful nod and a warm, professional smile.

“ You must be Heloise Catalina Alarcón Del Río? Welcome back to Zamboanga. Hows your flight ma'am?” he inquired, his voice carrying a polished tone that matched his distinguished appearance.

I nearly glared at him when he used my full name, but I kept my demeanor cool. “Just call me Catalina or Cat, alright?” I said nonchalantly. He looked slightly startled but quickly nodded.

He offered his assistance with my luggage, and as we walked towards the waiting car, I couldn’t help but reflect on the path that had brought me back to this place. The familiar streets of Zamboanga, with their own unique rhythm, awaited my return.

As we approached the car, I glanced at the driver and asked, “Where’s my grandfather? I thought he’d be here to greet me.”

The driver maintained his composed demeanor. “I’m afraid Señor Damian’s schedule is quite busy today. He couldn’t come to meet you personally, but he’s eagerly awaiting your arrival at the mansion.”

I nodded, a hint of disappointment in my eyes. “I see. I’ll drive to the mansion alone. Just take care of my belongings.”

The driver looked slightly taken aback but quickly masked his surprise with a courteous smile. “Of course, Ms. Catalina.” He would have given me the key, but I refused.

“No need. I have my own car,” I said, causing him to look taken aback before he smiled and went to the driver’s seat. He bade me farewell as he drove off, disappearing from my view.