The message, as usual, sank like a stone. Until an hour before the banquet began, I finally could not help but dial the phone.
His cool and detached voice came from the earpiece and said, “I'm in seclusion and meditation. Is there anything wrong?”
I said softly, “Charlotte. She is awake.”
“Click!”
The sound of rosary beads falling to the ground suddenly came from the other end of the phone. His breathing was obviously messed up. “I will go.”
See, as long as it was about my sister, even the purest of hearted followers of Jesus Christ would break His commandments.
When I hung up the phone, I had just walked to the stairway. I then saw Charlotte wearing the dress that my best friend had specially designed for me. She was talking and laughing in the crowd.
“Gaudentia, you won't mind if your sister wears your gown, right?”
She elegantly spun around with her skirt flying. “I just woke up. I don't have time to customise a new dress.”
My mom carefully pulled me and whispered, “Your sister is just sick, so you can just let her wear it.”
I forced myself to smile. “Yes, of course I don't mind.”