Flashback: A day before.

After Antonito and Florence parted ways at the entrance of La Remina, the old man watched the young man drive away. Antonito smiled at himself for making a secure future for his granddaughter. Although, he still have the older one yet that woman was more stubborn than Stacy.

Speaking about her, Antonito still wanted to inform her about her younger sister’s upcoming marriage. She still got the rights to know about it. Probably she’d be happy for the news, Antonito wasn’t that stupid. He’d been living in this world for almost 75 years already, he knew that the first granddaughter never liked his proposal. He could remember every detail of their conversation before she fled.

“I am not going to do that, Grandpa!” she had screamed at him. “I am not going to marry someone because of this damn business you decided to work out one day! That’s just so stupid!”

Antonito had gritted his teeth. “I just wanted to make sure that you’ll be having a good husband that could manage the whole farm, hija. Can’t you just understand?”

She had spun around and stomped her feet. “I am going to marry the love of my life, not just because you want it for your goddamn business! And there’s nothing you could do to change my mind!”

She left them to unwind herself. She wanted to travel the world for enjoyment and it seemed to the old man that she does not to have a plan for her career at all. Until now, Antonito have no idea what she wanted in her life—and before he’d be gone, he wanted to make sure his granddaughters would have a better life than today—or maybe just a happy, fulfilling life.

Antonito sighed heavily, climbed into his car, and watched his personal driver start the engine before he took his phone out from his pocket. She has to know this, since she had told him before that she'd be coming back once Antonito found a man for Stacy to marry. That meant she saved herself from the responsibility of marrying someone for their business—and by then, she could marry the love of her life she was implying into.

Antonito had figured it out months ago.

He dialed her phone number and gladly, she answered it. “Hello, dear.”

“Hi, Grandpa,” she answered. “I bet you have a good news for today that’s why you called?”

“Apparently, yes.” Antonito answered.

“And?”

“Stacy’s getting married soon.”

Present day.

Drunken Bodies Club.

Florence tried to walk straight out of the club despite of having a blurry vision. He could still recognize the way anyway, he should be home by now. Xavier was wasted inside the club so he left his cousin there. After the incident, he never saw Stacy again. Probably, she left to go home because he had ruined her dress.

He clicked his tongue. ”Ruin her dress?” he told himself loudly, regardless of the fact that people might be looking at him. “Damn girl, she bumped herself to me! That ain’t my fault at all!”

Despite of being tipsy, he managed to call a taxi, drove himself home and took a cash to pay the driver, without waiting for the change. This time, the nausea subsided gradually. He took his keys for his unit, inserted it to the knob and found out it wasn’t locked at all.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Did I forget to lock my house!?” Without waiting for an answer from the back of his head, he opened the door and came inside. With half-closed eyes, he found that the unit was well-lit. He frowned and explored the whole room with his eyes.

Did he come into a wrong unit?

His eyes glanced at every corner of the room—it was his room—until his eyes stopped at the woman standing near his couch. She was smiling at him sweetly—a sweet smile that could put a slice through his chest. He missed looking at it—but now, he’s looking at it!

He shook his head and tried to widen his eyes for a clearer vision. From being blurry, it eventually cleared and he shrieked.

“Kela!”

She chuckled at him. “Are you drunk? You didn’t recognize me that fast,” she said.

Are his eyes tripping him again? He didn’t know. Just like what happened at the club before, he mistakenly took the woman as Kela, and now, she’s standing in front of him, with her signature charming smile showing on her face.

He slapped his face.

“Hey, don’t do that!” Kela warned and took Florence’s hand. “Why are you slapping yourself?”

Florence looked at her hand and glanced up to her face then back to their hands holding each other.

“Do you think I’m a ghost?” she kidded.

Instantly, Florence cupped her face and caressed it softly. “You are real?” His tone sounded like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Kela chuckled. “You’re too drunk, huh. . .”

Florence shook his head. “No, I took someone as you mistakenly at the club. I thought you were her and now, I thought I’m imagining things again.”

Kela narrowed her eyes and smiled knowingly. “You were imagining me?” She chuckled and tapped Florence cheeks. “I am real, Florence. I am—”

Before she could finish her words, Florence cut it off with a deep, breathtaking kiss. His arms wrapped around her body, embracing her, as if he'd never want to free her. There’s a slight movement of squeezing just to let her know how much he misses her. Kela loved it so much.

She didn’t protest, instead she replied to his kisses. The sweet kisses she’d been missing, too. She snaked her arms around his neck as he lifted her up that eventually made her legs wrap around his waist. There are soft gasps of air but they didn’t pause the beginning of the very-longed-for intimacy.

Florence brought her to his bed. The bed which he stared at most of the nights as he reimagined how she belonged between these white, cotton-sheeted pillows.

He stopped for a moment and stared down at her angel-like face. Her hair scattered on his pillows like a wave of the ocean, naturally beautiful. Her eyes were sparkling like the stars of the night. Luckily, the night hasn’t rained—or maybe because of her, he felt very lucky tonight.

His fingers touched her soft glowing skin as he reached out to remove the zippers and buttons. Silently, she watched him do all the work.

He leaned for her lips again, oblivious to the fact that his fingers were tracing the marks of veins on her vanilla-scented chest.

“Oh, god. I’ve missed you so much,” he murmured on her lips that sent rush inside her. That’s what she liked the most when they make love. His words as if he was longing for her for more than a century.

He stopped again for a moment and stared down at her eyes. Kela was getting confused, especially when his eyes sparkled with tears. She wiped it out and frowned.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“You’re finally home to me. . .” He leaned again to give her the kiss that speaks the words he wanted to say. Letting her know that he longed for her for so long already.

He couldn't believe that he’s living his dreams again. He never thought this would be real—but it was real.

Kela came back! His intuitions were right, she’s coming back to him.

He never believed that above her, he had hovered—he never guessed that on his bed, she had laid—but also, he never remembered that on a marriage contract, he had signed.