THIRD PERSON'S POV:
PROLOGUE:
Paulo Pascal had learned leadership the very hard way. He was from one of the most prestigious families in Salvacion, Negros island. They owned many plantations, and lands in which workers served, they had many grape vines in each of their lands all used for the production of wine. Growing up in his father's mansion, Paulo became attached to one of the maids that worked at the grape farm. He fell in love with her at first sight, it was her glorious smile that blinded him, and he was so sure she was the one.
She had one of the brightest irises he'd ever seen said Paulo one time. Her black hair looked like it was made out if silk, her tanned skin glowed in the sunlight, sweat glistening it, Every time he passed by he made sure to catch her attention, just to see a glimpse of her irises.
He'd gotten the courage he'd been praying for months later, and approached her.
He made sure to take cautious steps toward her, he could feel sweat staining the underarms of his shirt, even his movements were jerky, only if he could do all of these without actually getting to speak to her in person, he thought. Getting to where he saw her, he took in a deep breath and tapped her on her shoulder, at first he was at loss for words, he wasn’t sure which word to place first in his sentence.
“What is the problem young master?” she asked every word dripped with fear.
Paulo closed his eyes tightly, probably communicating with his brain, and trying to patch up his words for proper delivery, finally getting the courage he asked.
"What's your name?""It's Angelica, young master" the black haired girl responded, pushing aside a lock of hair that fell from her head she put it behind her ears. Paulo used that time to look at her and examine just how beautiful she was from a close range, her hands, it’s like they unconsciously keep going back to her head.
“I love your hair” he commented, Angelica gave him a shy smile, and bent her head lower than it was the first time he asked for her name.
Unknown to the two love birds the workers beside angelica gave her looks, looks of envy and disgust. In the town of Salvacion it was highly prohibited for someone as low as a worker to be in a relationship with members of their employers household, and Angelica smiling to whatever Paulo said caused an uproar, it was like she lighted a spark of envy amongst her co-workers, you could see the looks they shared between each other as they bent to pick leaves. Angelica’s legs began drawing on the dirt; she didn’t want to look up again, part of the reason being that she wasn’t supposed to.
That simple act made Paulo's heart skip a beat. From then on they'd always meet behind one of the many grape vines, or behind the mansion, or in his room, they had slept together, not once but twice unknown to them the simple act of sleeping together would yield a consequence.
One fateful night, the workers were told to gather together for an announcement, Adrian Pascal, Paulo's father, the mayor of Salvacion had called for the meeting. Whenever this happens every one knows it’s serious. Once it was eight pm, torches were lit, already heading toward a direction, it was like all the torches moved in uniform. Everyone was headed to the town hall that faithful night, squeals of children disrupted the once quiet hall, there were clothes of different sizes, and colors, some decided to be overdressed, and some decided to go under dressed in their work clothes, some mothers could be seen holding their girls by their hands, each teenage girl in the room had make up on, they were all ripe for marriage, the women in the room looked to please the mayors son, unknown to them someone had already caught his sight and maybe his heart. The halls were decorated with bells and ribbons.
Paulo stood beside his father and searched the whole hall for his love. But couldn't find her, unknown to him, Angelica had been shipped away to another mansion by Adrian, with a huge amount of money deposited in her hand; she was forced to move away from their town.
Paulo was engaged that very night and he lost his love forever.
*****
At the Hildago's mansion, decorations were going on. A party was to be held at their mansion as the mayor title found itself there.
Gwendolyn, had clocked ten [10], the night before, she'd gone to the orphanage, with a twig and hard bread in hand to celebrate her birthday with her only friend Andrew, her mother Angelica followed suit. It'd been six years since Andrew and Gwen became friends, she'd always visit him every chance she got. Their relationship blossomed. Other kids at the orphanage often envied Andrew as he seemed to get a nice home cooked meal every day.
But that night Andrew had news for Gwen, one she'd be happy about, or shed tears upon hearing it.
Andrew was going to be adopted.
Andrew told Gwen about it that night, Gwen being the giddy child that every parent wished for, hugged him and said.
"Just don't forget me"
Andrew smiled at her, grabbed her hand and gave her a peck on her lips; he connected her pinky finger with his and smiled.
"I promise, to marry you later, and we'll have kids, and a big house, four white cars, and grow old together, till infinity I'll remember you Gwen and stay with you, I'll always come back for you"
Gwen's cheeks grew hot as a blush crept in; she pecked him back and whispered.
"Till, infinity"