Lahat ng Kabanata ng SOFT CURVES: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Vincent invited Isla to dinner at a charming grill house after their shopping trip. It was a thoughtful gesture, especially since he had just bought her a new pair of shoes after they attended mass together. The idea of treating her to dinner after such a busy day felt natural to him, though Isla understood that it wasn’t just the shoes or the mass that motivated him. She knew Vincent had a reason behind every small action, and this dinner was part of the day’s rhythm. It was already late, and as much as she’d initially thought he was simply being considerate, Isla realized that he might have just been hungry after their eventful day. She couldn't help but feel amused by the way Vincent carried himself. There was a playful energy around him that always seemed to make her smile, even if his words or actions were subtle. The dinner conversation had been light, filled with laughter and pleasant exchanges, and now, with their meal coming to a close, Isla found herself reflecting on how

As planned, the three of them ate lunch together at the school canteen. The bustling sound of students talking and eating filled the air, making it difficult to focus on anything else. Isla walked slightly ahead of Renz and April, scanning the tables for a spot when her eyes suddenly landed on a familiar face. Her heart skipped a beat, and her steps faltered for a moment. It was Vincent. He sat at a table surrounded by his friends, laughing at something someone had just said. Isla froze on the spot, her breath hitching as she realized this was the first time she had seen him since the previous night. After all that had happened—his unexpected kiss, the feelings it stirred in her, and the questions left unanswered—she didn’t think she’d run into him so soon, let alone here. The mere sight of him, so casual yet undeniably magnetic, sent her heart racing. She glanced at her friends, who were now watching her with curious eyes. Renz raised an eyebrow as if to ask if she was okay, w

Her gaze flickered nervously between Vincent’s strikingly handsome face and their intertwined hands. His features were calm, yet there was a trace of curiosity in his expression, as though he was silently gauging her response. She could see the strength in his jawline and the softness in his eyes, a perfect blend that made her heart flutter uncontrollably. She wanted to look away, to hide the confusion and nervousness she was sure were reflected in her own eyes, but her gaze kept being drawn back to him and the undeniable connection that seemed to radiate from his simple touch.“What? Is there a problem?” Vincent’s voice broke through the silence, smooth and tinged with amusement. The corners of his lips curled into a slight smile, and Isla wondered if he knew just how much of an effect he had on her. His tone wasn’t mocking but instead carried a genuine concern, and she couldn’t tell if that made her feel more at ease or more nervous. Her lips parted to answer, but for a moment, no

It was as though her heart, so long closed off, had finally opened wide, and the emotions she had kept hidden were flooding out all at once. And maybe that was exactly why the tears kept flowing—not out of sorrow, but because she was so happy, so deeply touched by the love Vincent had given her, and by the love she had finally allowed herself to accept.Vincent cupped her face with his hands, his fingers gently tracing the soft curve of her cheeks. He leaned in slowly, as though savoring the moment, and kissed her lips with a tenderness that spoke volumes. It was a simple kiss, yet it carried so much weight—a declaration, an acknowledgment of everything that had passed between them. When he pulled away, his gaze never left hers, and his words followed, soft but filled with certainty. "I know, I know how much your love means to me," he said, his voice low and sincere. "And that is one of the many reasons why I fell in love with you too." The depth of his feelings was clear in every w

The word—amazed—wasn’t enough to describe how Isla felt as her eyes took in the breathtaking sight before her. She stood frozen for a moment, her lips parting slightly in awe as she gazed up at the magnificent treehouse. It wasn’t just a structure—it was a dream made tangible, an enchanting retreat nestled among the branches of the towering tree. Crafted with warm wooden planks and adorned with delicate, intricate details, it seemed like something out of a fairy tale. Her heart swelled with emotion as she tried to comprehend the thought and effort Vincent had put into making this a reality for them. “Wow!” The single word slipped from her lips, carried on a breathless whisper. Her eyes sparkled as they roamed over every detail—the sturdy rope ladder, the charming windows that peeked out from the wooden facade, and the soft glow of string lights adorning the branches, giving it a magical, ethereal quality. She took a hesitant step forward, as if trying to convince herself that it w