Maven and Adrianna were like the sun and the moon. Their paths were meant to cross but not to sync eternally.
Both from prominent wealthy families separated by hatred and vendetta, they should've left it at that. But fate has a funny way to let them...
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I'm a loser--- a really sour one at that.
For someone with the last name of Sobreviñas, no matter how assimilated, you'd think I would have retained a little Spanish dolor.
Who goes by the club, rented out an entire booth for herself, order up a bottle of JD and Pinot Noir, stares at it to her heart's content before drinking it up dry?
Tada-- that would most likely be me! Granted, wala akong inorder na chaser kaya I felt like my throat was on fire, something that my stern Spanish ancestors would surely frown upon. Bless their souls
And I've done it all by myself. Sue me, I'm playing that friendless loser quite well since I came back in the Philippines. Elise, Mandy and most of my classmates back in Brent already moved on with their lives and were presently living abroad as of late.
We all grew up and grew apart. It has dawned me that we were not getting any younger anymore. And we were turning into real adult with real adult's problems. I sighed and went "airplane mode" to my brother so he'd stopped blasting my phone.
I'm not even proud of that. In fact, none of the things I've done lately makes me proud of. The very first time I set my foot in NAIA down to the part of that ever disastrous dinner courtesy of Camilla, Qué barbaridad! I guess my life had a very interesting turn
This clubbing and getting drunk isn't even my scene. Okay, maybe I hang out at my friend's old cabin in Minnesota, I go on a quick jaunt with my roommate at Mexico for summer and maybe skydive at Lithuania but never this.
Honestly, I never tried going to clubs like this before in Manila. And by "this" I meant Privé Luxury Club. Minsan lang akong umuwi and more often than not, it's because my Abuelita asked me to.
And that "minsan" was usually composed of crocheting afghans, attending charity auction, donating to orphans and saving the world through other cliché Philanthropic work, while sipping Earl gray with a bunch of Titas of Manila my abuelita, Aurora Madrigal-Sobreviñas, would like to call Amigas.
Oh! Imagine the joy of all those exciting things to do while reminiscing World War II at the porch of our ancestral home back in Tarlac---Not exactly
Hence, that "Minsan" didn't have "partying" amidst of it... except now.
Hindi naman sa pavirgin because in the technical sense, of course, I am a virgin. It's just that the reason why I tried to avoid alcohol was because of my Mom, who, after that split with my Dad, drown herself with alcohol to oblivion.
I was only 14 when I came home from school and found her wearing her wedding dress and dead cold in her tub.
It was dreadful.
I thought I was going lose her from that. Iba sa pakiramdam na pinapanood mo lang, from a far, how your Mother's slowly dangling herself to death and you can only pray for her to stop and sober up.
