Back at the reception, the first person she saw was Victor. She hugged him tightly.

“Vic, I’m leaving already. Please… don’t forget what you promised me. Don’t get yourself into another mess. Take care of Mom and Dad,” she murmured, her voice thick.

Victor ran a hand through his hair, trying to smile to reassure her.

“Relax, Liv. I’m not gambling anymore. I’m gonna miss your morning lectures. You’re going to be happy… because you married a good guy. I love you,” he said, unaware of the storm ra