mariage sans amour

“ It’s already seven, Hijo. Yet Mary’s not here,” Mary’s father said anxiously.

          “ I am certain her co-teachers know today is her birthday. Maybe they celebrate somewhere else.” He said as he glimpse the three red roses he put on her piano. Those will be his gift to her.

          She loved roses, especially from Torres garden where he is the caretaker.

          As the clock chimed 8 in the evening, Mary arrived, but not alone.

          “G-good-evening, Papa..” she greeted drily.

“Good-evening Judge…” the man greeted. “ I beg your pardon if we come home late. I took your daughter out to Erotica. We celebrated her birthday.”

          “Oh! No problem, James. I thought there’s something wrong happened to her. Come, have dinner with us.”

          Mary glanced up at Gio and then tosses down her head.

          Gio pondered. He knew there was something terrible happened.