chapter 20

When I applied for the waiter's job hired for Leo Rodriquez's memorial, I told myself it was because of the pay—it wasn't— but deep down it was because of the daughter of the deceased—may his soul rest in perfect peace.

I have been curious about Lia and seeing her on TV hasn't exactly helped me. It made my curiosity about her welfare mount with each day that went by and her stiff appearance made me genuinely worried about how she was faring even though I had no reason to be.

So here I am, taking up a job that I don't necessarily need and carrying a goddamn tray because I want to see Lia for myself.

My eyes have been on her since the very moment she arrived in a mid-length black dress, her blonde hair cascading on her shoulder.

She has a smile on her face since. A fake smile. Not a lot of people noticed but I do. And it looks like she is barely keeping herself together.

I watch interact her with a few people before entering into a small room by the corner with her brother. My eyes