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- Present time -
"What are these?"
He stared at the thick folders she dumped in his arms as soon as he sat down on a chair next to her hospital bed.
"Candidates."
"Candidates for what?" He put the heavy folders on the bedside table and picked up the basket of oranges he got for her.
"Potential Husbands."
He snapped his head from fixing the fruit baskets and glanced at the innocent looking folders. He picked one on the top of the pile. He threw his head in laughter the moment he saw what's on the file.
Pictures of a guy from different angles, clearly the photos were lifted from the social media of the man, - Ricardo Dalisay. Engineer. Thirty-five years old, second son of Engineer and Mrs. Dalisay. He flipped the pages, giggling as he read the compilation of Ricardo Dalisay's thirty-five years of existence.
"All of those files are like this?" he asked, laughing.
