CHAPTER TWO
Patricia Isabella Amanda Domingo
She had found herself with a tall, mestizo and very handsome man in a slightly wobbly room when she opened her eyes.
The man suddenly spoke up. "So, our sleeping beauty has finally waked up."
She sat down and then asked the man a series of questions, "Where am I? Who are you, sir? How did I get here?"
The man answered, "You're in my yacht. I'm John Edward Dave Yñiguez. You got here because you collapsed by the boardwalk a while ago. I happened to be passing by. I saw you and we didn't know what to do about you so we took you in to my yacht. We're on our way to Bana Island."
"Hijo, dinner is ready," an older man suddenly came in to tell. "So, she is already awake."
The man introduced the older man. "Tatay Solomon, meet Miss Patricia Isabella Amanda Domingo. Miss Domingo, meet Tatay Solomon. He is the caretaker of the beach house we are heading to. I already checked on your ID and other belongings. Let's just talk later. Come on, let's eat."
She was guided by the man to the upper deck of the yacht. The dinner was set in a table for four. The man navigating the yacht approached them.
The man introduced her to the navigator. "Miss Domingo, meet Manolo, my personal male servant. Manolo, this is Miss Domingo."
The four of them all ate in silence. She hadn't eaten since the other day. She went back to Abur to visit the public cemetery where her parents were buried after their bodies had been excavated along with many others who died on the landslide in March. She ate because she was hungry.
When they finished eating, the navigator went back to the control room while the old man tidied up the table and went down to the lower deck.
The man started to speak again, "You have a pretty long name like mine. So what shall I call you, Miss Domingo?"
"You can call me Pia, sir," she answered timidly.
The man asked, "Do you know me?"
Her reply, "You mentioned a while ago that your name is John Edward Dave Yñiguez, sir. So that would make you a member of the Yñiguez Clan who owns Victoria Malls?"
He smiled, "Yes."
She expressed her thanks, "I would like to thank you, sir. Thanks for looking after me when I collapsed and thanks for the dinner as well."
"Well, I was just passing by," the man casually replied. "By the way, I've seen your portfolio. I may say you're a very talented young woman. How old are you?"
She answered, "I'll be twenty in a few more days, sir."
The man said, "Let's drop all the formalities, Pia. Call me by my name. Anyway I'm not that too old yet."
She was confused on what to call the man, "Would it be John? Edward? Or Dave? Maybe I shall just call you Jed as in J-E-D, sir."
"Jed is fine. It's a first time but I'm okay with it. So in what year in fine arts are you now, Pia?" He asked as if he didn't know
"I'm on my fourth year. This coming semester would be my last semester," she answered.
He asked, "Why were you in the public beach?"
"I visited my parents' grave yesterday," she answered. She didn't want the man to know that she had nowhere else to go.
"I've seen your wallet. You have no money left," he divulged. "I also assumed that you had no place to stay."
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Art of Love
RomanceJED, a rich guy who just came from a failed relationship and whose father just died recently. PIA, a poor girl who lost her parents and suddenly became homeless, penniless and hungry. JED was PIA's savior, her knight-in-shining armor, her prince. PI...
