The White Cake

"Don't open it," Claire mutters, holding Mary's arm desperately.

"But who is it?"

There's no point in hesitating. The cat's out of the bag now. "It's Miguel."

"Miguel?" Mary blinks. "THE Miguel Tan?"

Claire nods. Outside, they can still hear him talking loudly, saying out her name. Good thing Miguel still has the good sense to look for "Bella" and not Claire, because that would have been another layer of complication.

"Oh, gosh. Is he the 'unwanted' suitor?"

Claire nods. By the table, the group celebrating Arlene's birthday have started partaking of the cake, and they look like they have been itching about discussing office gossip, but Claire's presence cramps their style.

"Are you insane, Bella Xavier?" Mary screeches while trying to keep her voice down. "This is Miguel Tan! How in the world is he an 'unwanted suitor'?"

"It's…It's complicated."