EmilianaI felt my world got slower than it currently is when I turned to face the person who called me by the nickname that I haven't heard since I left the Philippines."You!" was the word that left my mouth as I gape while looking at a fine young man, dressed neatly in a well-ironed three piece black suit.He has aged quite a bit since the last time I saw him. He is more mature looking with a defined facial feature. His body had the traces of someone who visits the gym daily."Liana!" He called again and before I could even show another reaction, he was already striding towards me, fast paced.In a swift, I was locked in his arms, tightly. "Liana. Oh God! I thought… I thought I would never see you again." He mumbled with a muffled tone as he buried his face on my neck."S-sebastian!" I choked, finally able to say his name out loud. I didn’t know what to do. If I am going to hug him back or if I will cry. This unexpected reunion is taking my strength away from me, making my senses go
EmilianaFollowing Sebastian exit from the conference room, I am now seated on the chair he had occupied earlier. Facing Nicholas who watches my every move with a knitted brow and thinned-line lips.The room was well lit enough that I could not miss a single detail on his mouth gape, his tongue moving as he licked and wetted his lower lip. Feeling the shame of checking him out, I briefly lowered my gaze on my hands then moved them back to his face.“I won’t go around the bush since you have an idea why I wanted to meet with you. I heard from Valentino that you wanted to appoint me as your architect for the house that you’re planning to build in the Philippines.” I started. I stare at him as he nods his head, agreeing to what I’m saying.“That’s correct! And I presume that you have already made your decision.” Swirling the pen on his hand, he spoke with anticipation and confidence.I shake my head. “I have not yet made my decision. I wanted to ask you first on why you wanted it to be m
EmilianaI looked at Sebastian, puzzled and unamused at his words. "W-what are you talking about?" I stammered. My eyes were looking at his face attentively, searching for something, like a sudden smile would find its place in his lips.But no… what I anticipated did not come. He was staring at me, eyes full of seriousness and lips pursed thinly.I scoffed and showed a half smile. Not taking what he said seriously. "Tell me you're joking, Sebastian." I muttered again without stammering. And I want to pat myself on the back for showing how calm I am even though inside my head feels so chaotic with questions I am not sure if I am able to say to him.The man in front of me shook his head. "I wish I am… but I'm not, Emiliana. All these years I have been with you, I know you are my sister. The father I have been with during my stay in the Vergara mansion is not my real father. He was my mother's younger brother. I—"I raise my hand to shush him. I needed time to let his information sink i
Emiliana I could barely remember and understand the words my math teacher was saying as my attention was not on her, but at the wall clock right above her head. Why is the time moving so slow? This is not how this usually works? “Emilia? Why are you so fidgety?” I looked up at my seatmate. Clara’s left brow was in a perfect arch as she stared at me with puzzled expression. I quickly tore a small piece of paper from my notebook and wrote my reply to her. “I want to go home. My sister caught the flu and she’s alone.” I slowly slide the paper to her before paying my full attention to Miss Alvizo, even though I don’t understand a word she’s saying. Clara did not strike a conversation with me after reading my reply to her. It’s nothing new. I calmed myself down in order to not bother Clara anymore. She doesn’t usually strike up a conversation with me… but I guess she was really pissed by my behavior just now. Five minutes left. I must endure this anxiousness and worry for five mor
Emiliana It was already glooming outside when I got discharged. And just like what Nico said, he really did pay for my bills. Even Scott got me a place to stay. A unit in his owned condominium building, which we are currently in and at the reception area to take my keycard. At first, I wanted to reject it since I also have my own unit–or I could stay in one of my parent’s properties, however Scott insisted with the reason that Clarence might come after me to explain himself. I doubt that he would have a face to show in front of me after what he had done. But still, I considered Scott’s reason and accepted his help. If it weren’t for this incident, I would not know that Scott and Nico are cousin’s, and Scott is from a wealthy family. That’s not all, he also has his own fair share of businesses even if he is still a high school student. Well, it’s surprising after all since the boy is humble from head to foot. “Oh, right! I have a question. Is Nico part of the basketball team? I ha
Emiliana My eyes never left them as I waited for their response. My heart sank when all I got was silence from my mom, and dad… he averted his gaze back at Trisha. Well, I guess this is my answer. They just proved to me that I am nothing to them. Maybe they never think of me as their daughter, but an expense and disposable asset when they have the chance to do so. I turned my back on them. I don’t care anymore if they view me as an ungrateful daughter. I know in myself that I have been a good daughter. I was always a good daughter. I always make sure to follow what they want. I didn’t get myself in trouble while growing up because I didn’t want them to worry. As I walked out of our house, my tears started making my sight blurry that I couldn’t help but halt my steps. I harshly wiped the tears in my eyes. “Let me send you back to the condo,” I hear Sebastian whisper to me. I felt his hands on my arms, guiding me back to the car. They didn’t even follow me out or yell for my nam
Emiliana Five years later~ “Over here! Look over here, Miss Vergara!” I smiled while posing for the camera and the never-ending flashes continued. Today is the launch of my cousin’s new business. And as the chosen muse of his company, I have no choice but to attend the after-party. If only I had a choice not to come, I’d be inside my study room and probably buried in a ton of blueprints. Once I felt that they had enough photos of me, I walked towards the entrance of the hotel where the party was being held. As soon as I stepped inside, I could already see some of the guests coming towards my direction. I had the pleasure of conversing with some of the women whom I saw at the launch earlier. I was present at the launch, however I was hiding in my cousin’s office. “Miss Emiliana!” The minute I heard the familiar voice, I roamed my gaze around and it did not take me seconds to find her. I immediately excused myself from the guests and slipped my way towards the woman dressed in
Nicholas “Are you going to Mr. Ambrosia’ new business launching tomorrow?” Scott inquire for the third time. Followed by a cuss after losing his game on his phone. And for the third time, again, I didn’t bother to give a response to him. I am too preoccupied with the pile of documents stacked on my office table. I did not plan on staying at my office for too long, but after seeing how my secretary was stacking these documents earlier, I quickly change my mind and now it’s already gloaming outside. “I heard Mr. Giordano will be attending. Aren’t you planning on expanding your hotel and restaurant in Venice?” I heard him speak again, from my peripheral view, I could see him typing something on his phone. What Scott informed caught my attention. I did not know that he will be present at the launch. Or maybe I was just too lax to inform my secretary to get me the list of attendees for the launch. And indeed, I was planning on expanding the business but because I don’t have anyone w