𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 : a Filipino term that means destiny and fate.
A famous ballet dancer, the Prima Ballerina, the graceful dancer, a half-asian dancer, who's adored by many.
Y/n Magindara has dedicated her life to dancing in ballet theaters ever since...
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"I truly do not know why you have taken me to the mall in the middle of my day off," Y/n complained to Fatima. "I was supposed to be resting so that I could go back to my schedule for tomorrow."
Fatima has taken her to the mall without telling her cousin. She only told her to accompany her to buy a book in a bookshop but it went on the other way, and Y/n was truly disappointed that her cousin lied to her. Well, her cousin said that she'll take her to a bookshop so that she would come, but if not, she would refuse to go with her.
"I think this dress would look good on you for the party tonight." Fatima giggled, pulling the emerald dress out of the rack and placing it on her cousin's body. "Draco wouldn't be able to take his eyes off you for the whole evening."
And yes, Fatima is quite aware that Draco has fallen in love with her cousin. Marc has told her about it and they have planned to get Y/n to fall in love with him, and of course, Y/n is oblivious to any of these, especially Draco's feelings for her.
"Pardon? A party?" She flickered her eyes in confusion. "What do you mean a Party?" And what of Draco? Why is he in our conversation?"
"Shhhh," Fatima shushed her, giggling as she placed the emerald dress back on the rack. "Just don't talk for a while and let me find you the perfect dress. Perhaps maybe this burgundy dress would fit you perfectly." She pulled out another dress from the rack.
"Pat, if you want to find a dress, Inay is there to help you," Y/n said. "Now, let us go home and talk to her."
"Oh, so you're coming to the party too?" A wide grin was plastered on Fatima's lips.
"Who says I'm coming?"
"But you said—"
"I only meant you, Pat, and not to mention, if my mother knew I would be in a Bar House, she would throw a fit, and you do know that I don't go to some sort of places like that. I'm a respectable woman."
"You should really break the rules sometimes," Fatima smirked whilst checking on the other dresses on the rack.
"I don't break rules," Y/n said confidently.
"Should I tell your mother that you, dear cousin, have been playing basketball at the back of the Theatre House?"
"Are you blackmailing me now?" She looked at Fatima in disbelief.
