FIVE

Anita sighed, "Juan is getting married today," she said bluntly. Gemma slowly pulled her hands back, looking away. And then a tiny laugh escaped her mouth with words.

"No, he's not." It was the only thing she could say. When has he arranged everything Juan had told her weeks ago? How could he possibly get everything together?

"I'm sorry, Gemma... I am," Anita said, having no idea why she was apologising, but Juan made her look like a fool. "He didn't call you?" She asked Juan was heartless, but she didn't ever think he would be this manipulative.

Gemma took a deep breath, maybe trying to process everything happening. She had her eyes closed, and her hands covered her shameful face.

"He didn't tell you he was getting married? Oh, he's such a scum!" Anita vomited.

"He did. He told me he was-" her voice quivered, letting go of her face.

"What? He told me he was. And Gemma," Anita stopped, stupefied by her actions, "Did he give you a date, at least?" She asked.

"No, he didn't. He told me a few days ago," she said and bit her nails nervously.

Anita sighed in frustration, "He's a bastard," she mumbled.

"I'm sorry, I would have to cancel... Can we talk later?" She said, getting up speedily. She needed to know his reason for the rushed wedding, she guessed. He must have the wrong reasons why he didn't tell her.

"Where are you going?" Anita yelled as she caught her wrist.

Gemma smiled at her and looked at her hand, "I only need to pee," she replied, taking her phone out of her bag. Anita looked at her hand.

"Are you okay?" She asked, looking at her. At this point, Gemma could be read like a book; her eyes were misty, and her lips licked countlessly, but her eyes never met the person in her front. She looked like a mess in the twinkle of seconds.

"Yeah, I am..." She cleared her throat. "I am sure he would call," she laughed, and

"Or you're going to call," Anita looked down at her phone.

"That's enough. I am not a kid," She said, breaking the hold and quickly heading to the toilet. Anita watched her silently with pity.

When she was gone, Anita looked around and screamed. "Gira," Anita called,

"Yes?" She replied, walking closer to where Anita stood.

"Watch Gemma. Let me know if she's about to leave..." She said, without any more details.

Anita looked at Isaac, who stood behind Gira. When she had received this news minutes ago, he was beside her.

"Don't you think you should stop her?" He asked.

Anita sighed and dropped her phone on the table, squatting by the side.

"She's pretty stubborn," she replied and looked at him. Isaac looked confused and worried at the same time. "Don't worry-" she furrowed her brows, seeing Gemma rush out of the restroom, approaching her.

And in a minute, she grabbed her bags and keys. Her face was covered in tears, and as much as she wiped them, it was still evident. But something was different. She had her phone on her ear, and her breath shook.

"Gemma!" Anita called, rushing after her, the door opened, and a fresh breeze blew against her face. She scanned the area, and when she found her car, she headed towards it.

"He can't, Juan, pleaseeeee!" They heard her scream from outside, and finally, Anita caught up with her; she pulled her arms back, breathing hard.

"Where are you going?" Anita yelled at her. Her desperation was starting to irritate her now. Gemma's gaze shifted to Isaac behind Anita. She looked at her, and her chest moved up and down rapidly, unable to speak even when her mouth opened; breath just escaped.

She busted out in tears, "I have to..." She tightened her lips, staring at Anita. Anita gently let go of her arms, and she hated to see her like this. It was embarrassing and heartbreaking; oh, she wished she could have a moment with Juan. Her rage wouldn't be explained.

Anita nodded and tried to control her breath, but Gemma's cry upset her. "Gemma!" She suddenly yelled again, "What..." Isaac held her back. He shook his head, telling her not to scream. Anita sniffled, looking away, "You're pathetic" She took her hands off Isaac's. "Fine! Go ahead... ruin your life so some useless guy!' she said angrily with a calm voice.

Gemma sat on her knees, wailing. The pain and betrayal she felt were unexplainable, and it wasn't something Anita could understand. Her heart felt heavy and darkened. As much as she tried to let it slide, it pinched her head badly, and the only way she would express this was by letting the tears out. Pain and sadness she had bottled up for the past four years. Gemma covered her face with her palms as she felt embarrassed and used. Juan did use her, but he loved her, she thought.

Minutes later, Anita came back, pulling Isaac closer to her. "Can you? I am sorry to ask, but can you take care of her? At least, since the shoot is cancelled?" She whispered.

Isaac looked at Gemma, and she was still crying. He didn't have anything to do the whole day. Well, he could try.

"Sure, I will," He replied with a broken smile.

"I really hate to do this to you, but if she needs to go drive her instead, maybe hearing from him would trigger her stubbornness," she whispered. Isaac managed a smile with a nod.

Anita tapped him and headed back to the studio. After a minute, Isaac took out a white handkerchief handing it to her, and she continued wiping her face and crying, not ignoring him. Isaac bent down and pushed the cloth into her hand.

"Do you want to go now? I mean to see him so we can murder him," He asked. Gemma sniffled and raised her gaze to him, and her eyes were fluffy and red.

She sniffled and got up, Isaac's eyes followed her, and Gemma looked at the handkerchief he had handed her. She wiped her eyes and slowly gave it to him.

"Thank you, I don't need you to follow me," she said, sniffling louder.

"I want to; you need me," he said. Gemma ignored him and headed for her car.