CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

MARY LYNELLE

Henry and I approached his friends after the wedding. After taking a picture with the newlyweds, they said goodbye to their friends. I approached where his parents were sitting, and our children were there.

“Mama, let's go there together.” I said to his mother.

“No, darling, the driver is coming. We're going to ride there. I thought the reception was here, it turns out it's at the Ancestral Home of the Martinez family, and it's a family tradition that all weddings take place here.” This is part of Tagaytay. The two children have already been taken in by them.

“Tired?” he asked me while riding in the car.

“All right.” I answered him sparingly. All I did on the trip was sleep.

We are now at the reception and his troupe is with us at a long table. It is not obvious that the marriage of the two was sudden. It can be seen from the wedding ceremony to the reception that it is well organized, and it is obvious that it has been spent enormous amount of money

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