"Have you talked to your brother yet?"
"Yes?" I looked at Tita Matilda who was leaning forward in the chair next to me.
"Lourd. About that matter."
I refocused on my salad. It was as if the mountain of fun I had felt before had collapsed again.
"He won't answer my calls and my texts."
A week and still no clue from him. I only know Lucy sometimes what she does but I know that she also forbids Lucy to talk to me. This is the reason why I don't want to be happy. I don't want someone hurting just because of my own happiness.
Tita Matilda just shrugged at what I said. It was 4 in the afternoon when we arrived at my condo. My PA just came up with the gown that I will use later at the party. Tita Matilda went straight to her schedules.