Prologue
I went to a party, unwillingly. I was wearing a simple and elegant light purple dress. I thanked God for it wasn't pink.
My wavy black hair was braided. My Mom insisted me to wore a make up for my face, some of jewelries and one hell pair of black heels. God, I never dream of wearing those killer shoes. But I did wear the one inch heels.
My parents practically dragged me there for just a stupid party. I didn't know what was the party for or who the hell was the celebrant.
But the place was huge and elegant. It was crowded by lots of people who were wearing expensive business suit for the men and elegant dress for the women. Big chandeliers hung above us like a bulb covered with diamonds. The floor was covered with bloody red carpet.
I observed the 3 mahogany doors. One was the front door, the other was leading to the garden and the last one was unidentified. Yet. Maybe an exit door, I thought.
"I hoped so." I muttered
I was in the middle of planning how the hell I could escape without being noticed especially by my parents.
"Erica," My Dad called. "meet Mr. and Mrs. Perez, and their son, Mr. Tristan Perez."
I froze and took a glance at Tristan. Confirmed, he really was here staring at me with cold eyes. He was scrutinizing, trying to comprehend if I was real.
Shit.
I looked away and give my attention to Mr Perez. He looked old as my Dad. His wrinkles was easily to be seen and some of his hair was shaded of gray. But he was not bald. Yet.
Mr. Perez held out his hand for me to shake it with mine. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Perez." I greeted as we shook our hands.
"Nice to meet you too, Erica Olaveros. Just call me Tito George." He said to me.
"Okay, Tito George." I smiled a little.
I took my hand back and looked at the lovely lady before me. She wore a royal blue dress just above the knee like mine. "Hi, Erica" She said. "You're more beautiful than I thought. Call me Tita Bianca." She smiled at.
"Nice to meet you, Tita Bianca." I held out my hand but I was caught off guard when she grabbed it and embraced me.
I smiled at her after the embrace and look at Tristan. "Hello." I said to him cooly.
"Hello to you too. Long time no see, Erica."
I heard our parents gasped and their questions.
"You know each other? How?"
"Son, why didn't you tell me?"
"How you two met?"
"I hope you two are in good terms."
I ignored and stared back at Tristan's grim face.
"Yeah, you're right. Long time no see, Pal."
I tapped his shoulder and walked past him. I was going to leave now or never.
"You know, you have lots of explaining to do, right?" He asked as he followed me.
"No. I don't have to. It's not a big deal. Don't follow me." I said coldly.
"I'll follow you. You know I will. Now that I found you, I want you to answer my questions."
I ignored him and just left.
Answer my ass.
