4

"Ma'am, I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

It's such a pain in my ass. What I don't like the most is people who are careless and didn't do their job well.

When you do something wrong, all you will ask for is forgiveness and patience. Well, people cannot say no to an apology. Especially when there are many people. It's embarrassing to make a scene.

"No, it's fine." I smile sweetly and remove the wallet, pouch, and essentials from my bag.

I must thank myself for the fact that I always bring some reusable bags so that, in case of an emergency, I am always ready.

"You can have my bag." My cheeks felt like they were going to tear in annoyance because my Louis Vuitton bag was covered in warm espresso. This is my favorite. Not the latest model, but the price is twice as much as the newest model.

I love vintage items; I usually use them and smell them when I am stressed or facing problems in my life.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry." I'm still wiping up the spilled espresso in my bag.

I'm trying my best to play it cool, even though I want to hit him with my bag.

"Take the bag or I'll hit you until it breaks," I whisper, still smiling. It's hard to be a plastic creature; it's chilling.

"Ma'am?"

"Alright, I'll hit you." She ran and hugged the bag. At least, any woman would be annoyed. It's like my bag was deliberately closed.

I stood up and pulled down my shades, leaving the 1,000 peso bill there. Just in case he doesn't have laundry detergent for the bag I gave him.

When I came out of the coffee shop, I bumped into the woman in the neon green dress. The fuck is an eyesore; it's like a disco ball that will be hung later because the studs on her dress are still shining.

The fuck, it looks like Karen to me.

"Oh, Athanasia!" I forced a grin. Who the fuck is this freak? He is too ugly to be my friend.

"Hi?" I said awkwardly, How can you talk to someone ugly? Help!

I wish I wouldn't be infected by its ugliness.

"I can't believe I will see you here after you engage with Leto; I saw you with him in LA last week. You came home so fast; I thought you got married in LA." She asked, and my chest heaved when she said, LA, and am I included? How can I go with the village wart when we are enemies?

This is ugly, woman. I don't even know her, then how did she get on the plane? As far as I know, animals are not allowed to board the plane. I must ask Kuya Mage about this awesomeness.

"Who are you again? I'm sorry. I have a hangover. My vision is still a bit blurry." I apologize, but it's the truth. My vision is blurred by the ugly ones.

So my vision blurred, and automatically something ugly appeared.

"Leticia Toress, your classmate at Lasalle." I act like that because I remember her, well, a little. The feeling-rich kid from Quezon City, who was our classmate back then.

"Yeah, nice to meet you again. Well, I have an emergency meeting here. Kuya Mage can't handle all the worries from his office, so there's still plenty of time for the honeymoon." My face almost cries from annoyance and smile.

"I have to go, thanks." I was kissed suddenly, and it was as if I froze where I was standing.

What the heck! The frog kissed me. Oh my god, I'm going to faint.

"See you!" She passed me, then I quickly ran to the ladies' room to wash my face.

What the hell, later I will be infected by her poverty. Why do I have to associate with that smelly creature?

"This is fucking crazy," I groaned and washed my face; thank god I wasn't wearing an expensive dress. I just want to have coffee, and that's it; I'm very unlucky.

After wiping, I took out my phone and dialed Leto's number. I look at the lock screen of my phone, and I feel the sting in my chest. The pain feels like I'm being squeezed in my chest by too much weight and pain.

In five more months, Leto and I will get married. Why are we still enemies like this?

He is my life; I plan my whole life with him. Papa and mama said that Leto is a good man. We agreed and made peace; he is my first and my last; I hope so.

I don't believe in the humpbacked frog that uses a crocodile skin bag. Like how Leto can't fool me. I gave it all, and we got engaged.

Maybe he only did that because he was jealous that Leto and I's engagement was the highlight of the whole news. Until now, Del Russo incorporated has been the powerhouse company.

"Come on, baby," I whispered, taking a deep breath. The pain is because he can tolerate me. He has been ignoring me for two months. If my call rings, he will answer me.

"The number you have is unavailable."

"You're nice, Leto. I wish you could cut your dick is freaking small!" Irritated, I dropped the phone in the eco bag. And the sound crackled after I dropped it.

"Fuck." I breathe deeply while my eyes are closed. Guess why I'm so unlucky this year.

"Fuck you! Argh," I groaned and jumped; I was wearing shades so that no one could see my eyes because I couldn't help but tear up and get pissed off.

First my bag, second I saw something ugly, third the assumptions of the human frog creature, four more I was harassed by that dirty shit and lastly my phone!

"I fucking hate this day!" I was still jumping in annoyance.

"What are you looking at?" The woman I yelled at ran away, and I caught her because she looked at me.

I brushed my hair and walked out of the ladies' room. I'm wearing my sweatpants and sports bra. Flip flops and shades I usually wear this kind of outfit when I'm too lazy to dress up, and I don't want to look like a perfect beauty who knows nothing but being a good daughter.

I'm elegant, timid, and sweet. When needed, my image in public is that of a sweet and obedient daughter of Caesar and Natasha. They are very lucky with their son, who is very responsible.

They just thought I was nice; they didn't know that I was an older cousin and sister to my cousins and siblings.

I stopped at the pink shop and bit my lips. I saw a mutual business partner, Go-Noringco, I guess.