In the middle of the night, draped in her silk white nightrobe, Yvienna stood quietly on her balcony, gazing up at the moon. She didn't know why, but its presence soothed her in ways nothing else could. In a world overflowing with challenges, heartbreak, and unending confusion, the moon remained—calm, steady, gentle. Darkness blanketed the city, yet the moon's glow cut through it, soft and unwavering.
A small, minimal light… enough to settle a restless mind.
"Why is this brat wearing such a long face?" a familiar voice teased.
Tiffany stepped beside her, arms crossed casually against the cold breeze. She had flown back to the Philippines earlier than expected—planning to surprise Yvienna—only to end up being the one surprised instead.
"And why didn't you tell me you were coming, huh?" Yvienna shot back, narrowing her eyes.
"And you—why were you and Kyle together in that parking lot, huh?" Tiffany added, lifting a brow mischievously.
