Oh, that's right. I remember now. Guru once whispered that word like an expression, no, he repeated it on so many occasions. It was like a prayer or a secret he was keeping to himself.
Hija Dela Luna.
We were standing at the Bulldogs Club entrance, and my jaw nearly hit the pavement. To our surprise, there was a long queue snaking around the block. Lunny Club never had this much of a line. It was like the whole city had decided this was the only place to be tonight.
I stood beside Malo and Princess, who was trying her best to stay undercover. She wore this ridiculous hat to cover her face, which was honestly obvious.
Who the fuck wears a hat like that to a club? This is not a rodeo or a tap dance. It stood out more than her actual face would have. I told her it wasn't vibing, but she just shrugged and said this was the only thing she could find to hide her features.
"Princess, I was only able to buy two tickets," Malo said, holding them up so we could see.
