Letters to the Wrong Tomorrow

It starts off with simple warnings.

Bring an umbrella tomorrow.
Don't sit under the acacia tree.
Be careful where you fall.

Each letter is written in Raava Villanueva's handwriting - but dated for days that haven't happened yet.
At first, she laughs it off. Maybe it's a prank. Maybe someone's messing with her.

But when every warning starts coming true, the letters stop feeling like games - and start feeling like fate.

Then comes the one she can't ignore:

"Ingat ka. Baka mahulog ka."

No name. No hint. No context.
Only that "falling" might mean more than it should.

And every sign, every coincidence, every twist of timing seems to lead back to one person - Primo Aurelian Valerius, the boy she swore she'd never fall for.

But what if she already has?