Chapter 1A Chapter by gracey88Dianna meets her childhood friend Kristine.Dianna was riding a ferry bound for
Puerto Galera, an island in the Philippines. She was going to her friend’s
wedding which would be held in a beach resort there. She was smiling because
she was glad that her high school friend Martin was finally getting married. Martin is no longer a bachelor, she
thought. Good for him. He finally gets
the woman of his dreams. Dianna was standing in a simple but
elegant dining hall. The walls were painted in beige and the floor had a maroon
carpet. On the ceiling were golden lamps that emitted warm light. The tables
and chairs were white. The ambience was warm and cozy and the aroma of
delectable foods lingered in the air. She gazed outside the window. The sun
shone gleefully in the blue sky. Gulls flew away. She went outside the dining
hall and came towards the front of the ferry so she could have a clear view of
the sky. The air was crisp and salty. Below the ferry she could see the deep
blue sea. The sight and sound of the waves crashing calmed her as the breeze
caressed her skin. She sniffed the air. Everything around
her made her feel calm. It was such a peaceful day. She walked and observed the
people in the ferry. There were about
hundreds of them milling around. They were from all walks of life. It was
summer so everyone wore beach clothes. She was wearing a short white dress and
a white straw hat, which contrasted with her beautiful brown skin. She has an
angelic face, long dark hair, a statuesque figure and ethereal grace. She
walked with immense confidence as if the floor worshipped her feet and the wind
was happy to touch her gloriously alluring skin. The people in the ferry have been
staring at her, awed at her beauty. She didn’t mind their stares; she was in
fact used by them. She is beautiful and she knows it. Beauty was the only gift
God gave her and it was her only true asset. At the age of thirty, she still got
catcalls and wolf-whistles from sexually frustrated and deprived men. While
other women her age looked like aging whales because they did not have the time
and luxury to take good care of their bodies. Dianna aged gracefully without exerting even a
little effort. She is a single mother with a handsome 16-year- old son. Dianna returned to the dining hall. She
was craving for sea food. She was about to fall in line in the buffet, when she
suddenly spotted a familiar face. The woman she saw was sitting alone at one of
the tables. She was eating a small slice of Sans Rival cake. The woman was
petite, with wavy hair and fair skin. She was in a green dress that hugged her
tiny body. When Dianna saw one side of her face, she instantly recognized her. “Kristine!” Dianna exclaimed. Kristine recognized that voice. She
stopped eating, and then she turned around and said, “Hey, Dianna!” They smiled and kissed each other on
the cheeks. “Hi, how are you? I haven’t seen you
since high school!” “Yes, I know. It’s been a very long
time since we saw each other. I’m fine.” “You never attended any of our
reunions.” “Yeah, I’ve been super busy. You know.” “So, what have you been doing now,
Kris?” “I’m now the editor-in-chief of a
fashion magazine called Glitz and
Glamour. I also write a lifestyle column in Good Morning Philippines.” “Wow, that’s fascinating! I always knew
you’d be a writer about fashion. I remember when we were kids you’d always play
with your mom’s makeup and wear her dresses! You said you wanted to be the
editor-in-chief in a fashion magazine and now you’re one! You got your dream
job! You’re doing well!” Kristine laughed embarrassedly. “Aww,
thanks.” She assumed that Dianna had never read the news in years. What a ditz! “I remember you dated Andrew Castillo.
Your only dream was to get married to him.” Kristine had almost finished her
Sans Rival. She sipped from a goblet of lychee juice. A lychee fruit was on top
of her goblet. “Yes, it was one of my dreams and sad to say it did not happen. He mysteriously
disappeared when he found out I was pregnant.” She frowned. She still had not
forgiven Andrew after all these years. Why would she? Andrew caused her so much
pain ever since he left her with a baby in her tummy. “Yes, I remember. How is your son
Andrei?” Kristine said. She remembered the curly-haired toddler that used to
run around Dianna’s house. He was so cute. “He’s all grown up now. He’s sixteen
and now an actor in a soap opera.” “Yeah, I know. Your kid is pretty
popular these days. I even saw you and Andrei do an interview with Boy Abunda.”
Of course, Kristine knows about Andrei. She always sees him on TV. But what she
really wanted to know was Dianna’s relationship with Andrei. Are they close? Or
does Andrei keep his secrets like a normal teenage boy? What does he think
about his father? Kristine did not ask these questions to Dianna. It’s best if
she just let Dianna talk about her son without her asking about him. “Gosh,
this is really embarrassing!” Dianna laughed. “I had no idea what you’ve been
up to and you have been inadvertently following my life. My life as a mother of
a celebrity, to be exact!” Kristine laughed. She’s never changed. She’s still the same conceited person I’ve known.” “I’m sorry if I sounded conceited,”
Dianna said, as if she read her friend’s mind. “It’s just that I’m so proud of
my son and I’m glad he had the chance to follow his dream. I had that chance, but I didn’t grab it.
Life… just happened.” Dianna looked down with sad and wistful eyes. “I know and I understand you.” Kristine
said sympathetically. Dianna was one of the most popular
girls in high school. She was beautiful and confident. Boys admired her; girls
envied her. Dianna was supposed to be a commercial model but some circumstance
stopped her from fulfilling one of her dreams.
If only we could turn
back time and correct our mistakes from the past, Dianna thought. I wonder what would have happened?
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1 Review Added on February 2, 2018 Last Updated on March 4, 2018 Tags: teens, love, comingofage, fiction Authorgracey88Bacoor Cavite , Region 4, PhilippinesAboutMy name is Mary Grace Sulla. You can call me Gracey, for short. I love to write stories and poems. more..Writing
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