Loving Mr. Elusive (Completed/ Published in Dreame app)

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"Here's the deal, Princess. If you celebrate your 18th birthday in Palawan, I will treat you and your friends for a vacation soon. PLEASE?"

I continued to whine. "No! I don't want to go to Palawan, and I don't want to be introduced as fiancée to that Percival Ponce, and I don't want to get married to him on my 20th birthday!!!"

I could still recall how I whined to my daddy, but I still ended up going with them in Palawan. My whining didn't work, because he acted like he was going to have a heart attack. I only learned that he really didn't have a heart problem when I heard him explain to his best friend how he convinced me to obey him. 

It was my 18th birthday, but I was not very happy! I wanted a grand debut in Manila. But, my grand ma and parents decided to celebrate my 18th birthday here in Palawan-- in the resort of my future-in-laws, and fiancé who I haven't seen for... like what?... 13 years!!!

I was 5 years old when I first came to Palawan. I remembered that I was so bored so I went to the garden of the Ponce family's home. It was so beautiful and enchanting as it had man-made waterfall! It was a dreamy place and I imagined myself as a fairy princess! There I was in front of the waterfall, playing with my fairy Barbie doll, while I was wearing my tiara and fairy wings. Yes, as a little kid, I so loooved tiaras and fairy wings. I like them as an adornment. I also fancied the halo of the statue of saints in my grandma's house, and took them off so I could use them as part of my touted ensemble! Indeed, that was how creative... and arte I was. I do admit I'm maarte. My friends and parents tell me so. But, I don't think being maarte is bad, because I compensate it with being cheerful, kind, compassionate, generous, caring, and thoughtful to others. Well, at least, that's what my friends and parents describe me after they tell me I'm sooooo maarte. I don't get mad at them because I love being maarte. It's part of my being creative.

Anyway, as I was playing in the garden, this young male child, about 7 years old, appeared in my enchanted little garden holding a toy robot and gun. My heart skipped a beat, and I imagined us in the Cinderella movie scene, when she and Prince Charming had their first dance:

Me: Mmmm... mmmm... so this is love... so this is love...so this is what makes life divine.  Mmmm... and I now I know.

Him (the male child): And now I know...

Me and him: They key to all heaven is mine.

Me: My heart has wings, mmmm, and I can fly.

Me and Him: I'll touch every star in the sky. So this is the miracle that I've been dreaming of.

Me: Mmmm

Him: Mmmm

Me: So this is love...

I stopped imagining when he gently touched the tip of my nose.

That was not prince-like! He should hold my hand and kneel down. I thought. Anyway, I still carried on with our tête-à-tête.

Yes, at age 5, I already believed I was having a serious and intimate conversation with my Prince Charming.

"Well, hello, there, sir." I said in my princess like greeting. I was expecting him to bow down, just like in the princess cartoons I watched in cable and movies.

He looked puzzled as if what I said was odd.

Anyway, I must say, we may have to work on his 'smittened look'. I told myself, again, at age 5.