Not Your Ordinary Cinderella Story

Chapter Nineteen

I sent some messages to some friends from the Philippines. I already talked to the client and I'm going to take this chance to have a brake. After years of pursuing fashion designing, maybe it's time for me to settle down. I have enough money to let my son study any course he wants until college. And I already made some investments here in New York with my friends in fashion industry.

And lastly, I want to walk down the isle too, I think I have enough love for Donatello.

I looked at him. He's sleeping soundly beside me. We made love last night.

And God forgive us, Marcus cried last night. He's so into Jenny, my asistant whi doesn't even know how he feels. I feel bad for him  that's why I decided to take him with me in the Philippines.

Maybe he'll find another love interest there.

"You're up already?" Asked Don.

"Yeah, just a while ago." I smiled as he reached out to me.

"I love you. " he kissed my right cheek.

"And I, you." I said.

It's wonderful, knowing I found a prince charming right in the middle of this urban jungle.

I looked at my son, he was idly mixing his bowl of cereals while his chin is resting above his palm.

He looks sad,more like board. Donatello and I exchanged meaningful glances before sighing. I watched him smile slowly as he move next to Marcus' side.

"Hey young guy, we have a great news for you! We're going to spend vacation in another country!"

"Where? I hope we can go to Maldives, or Hawaii. I've always wanted to see bikini ladies." He looked thrilled. "Mom, can we? Huh? Come on mom!"

I tried and  failed not to laughed. "Naughty boy." I teased.

"Are we going there? Huh? Don, come on! Will I get to see sexy ladies? Well damn! I'm excited."

"-Says the boy who cried rivers of teara last night nd made his momma sad." Don teased.

Marcus blushed. "I didn't!"

I smiled at my son. It's like watching myself having a crush on someone.

"Yes,there are beaches there, you can look at any girls but don't try to make a move on any of them. Do you understand,my son?" He grinned and then nod.

"We are going to the Philippines. Pack your stuff cause we're going to stay there for less than three months sweetheart."

I watched him as he and Don do their own handshake stuff.

I will face a lot of whinning once I met with Miss Rafy later. I should be prepared.

"Oh, what a coincidence, I' going too. And I kinda know the bride you mentioned. We're not that close though."

Thankfully, Miss Rafaela Benitez is a Filipina and gladly accept to be our tourist there.

I met her family once and they are fond of me. I met them for three times after the accident. Rafy was still a kid back then, now, she's a glamorous young lady. She's as tall as me. Tallest among her siblings, she said it's all thanks to her father's genes.

"Thank you again miss Rafy, you look gorgeous today with your tank top." I complemented.

"I know. I am wearing all sorts of revealing stuffs while I'm here. My father will surely burn them once I'm back home. You know how overprotective dad was."

I just smiled at the thought of his Father. They look so alike.

"Hello there missy!" Says my son as he walked from the door to sit next to me.

"Oh brother! I didn't know you still know my address! How come you showed up now when I've been calling you nonstop last month!?" Ohh, Rafy really does hold a grudge.

"I told you, I'm not into modelling." My son looked so snob but I know Rafy adores him.

"Yeah right. Snob." Says the lady.

If only Marcus was a little older, I like Rafy for him. Sadly, they treat each others as siblings. And Rafaela was seven years older than my son. She's turning twenty next week.

While packing our stuffs, Donatello came with his own suitcase. I laughed when I saw him carrying a pig stuffed toy.

"Hey sweetie, is that for me?" I teased.

"No honey, it's for your son. A fan left it in my house. Maybe someone thought he lives there since he's always there."

Marcus is being home schooled ever since my accident happened. He decided it would be a lot easier as he was sometimes invited as a model at Rafaela's agency.

"Can I see it?" He gave me the pig and I opened the card inserted on it's heart-shaped pocket.

'Dear Marcus,
         I hope someday, you'll look back at me. I know I can never be your dream girl. But at least I'm a virgin. Stop drooling over Sydney or Stefanie, they're all sluts. Again, see you next school year.

      I love you. You'll love me too.

                          Phoebe.

PS. You are mine, mine alone. So stop looking for another girl. See yah!!'

I burst into laughters. Donatello hugged me and read the note. He laughed a little then kissed my shoulders.

"I love your laugh. You sound more like a child than a thirty-one year old lady my dear."

"Oh really? But I'm just a year younger than you, Mr. Donatello Coner." I raised my brow and faced him.

We are abour to kiss when Marcus snatched the pig from my clutch.

"Argh! Not again!!"

"Son, are you by any chance still visit the University? Is that how you met that Phoebe girl? I think I like her." I said.

"No mom. Don't know her well. Besides, I don't even know this Sydney and Stefanie."

Don joined in. "Kid, their my neighbor's daughter. You see them for many times now." I raised my eyebrows at them.

"You boys, better not look at woman drooling, or else I'll put a leash on your throats and take you to the pound." I warned.

Don hugged me again while Marcus made a face.

"Mom! I'm a virgin! You know that!!" Then he stormed off to his room.

Don and I laughed. Its true, despite of how manly my son looks, he's a virgin. My virgin yet hot replica.

"Ma'am, everything's ready." Says Mr. Pascua. He will accompany us in our stay in the Philippines. He's quite old for a body guard but hes good at his job. He became the head of our body guards since I started to be a well-known designer in France. Some think that my accident happened because of my designs that a company I refused to join in  wanted to take revenge or something like that.

Nevertheless, Mr. Pascua is a very reliable man. He feels nice to be with. He cared for us, I mean me and my son. Sometimes, he hangs with Donatello too.

"Thank you Mr. Pascua. Let's go." I said. My son is already at the car. Donatello will meet us at the airport since he first visit his art gallery for ome last time before our trip to Manila, Philippines.

As I am drawning near to the airport, I suddenly feel an extreme feeling that made me feel so excited. What's with this trip? I feel nervous yet happy, have I been there before? With Rafy's family? Is that it?

I just don't know. I have memory of my past. I'm just holding into my future.

My son fell asleep on my shoulders. I love this handsome boy.