It's been a week since their rescue. Everything seemed back to normal. Mona had a thanksgiving party for their safe return and all their friends and neighbours kept asking them what happened but Angela and Tony kept mum about everything. Jonathan's been bragging to his friends how Tony and Angela had to fight off the sharks and how they were rescued by gigantic turtle that took them for a ride on its back. Samantha, on the other hand, kept praying a novena every night to thank God for bringing his dad and Angela back home safely.

Angela's sensational escapade had brought The Bower Agency more clients than she had expected to have. Mona offered her a week off so she can rest and recuperate from the ordeal and she promised to be punctual, diligent, and responsible in the office but Angela refused. She wanted to spend less time at home, less time and opportunity to see Tony. They have not really talked about the blue moon. She was avoiding being alone with him since their return, and she wasn't sure whether he was avoiding being alone with her too. There wasn't an opportunity to talk in the island as rescue came too soon. Or had it been too late?

Work has been keeping her busy to take her mind off the incident. She often stayed up in the office to bury herself in her work. She doesn't know if it was wise to forget it or best to talk about it. She knew nothing could ruin what they have-their friendship, their respect and caring for each other, they had such a strong foundation but deep inside were questions she needed to ask but never gotten around to as she turns Scarlet just thinking about…

"Angela! You're blushing and you're only reading the Starbucks campaign proposal. Is there something in it?" asked Mona incredulously.

Angela was seated on her desk, a vice president's campaign proposal in hand. She forgot that her mother was fixing some of her files in the room. "No, mother…I.." she stammered.

Mona took the file from her hand. "Forget the nightcap. Take a latte to a moonlight stroll", read Mona as she flipped through the story board. It showed a couple wearing formal attire, holding hands walking along the shore under the moonlight, each holding a Starbucks coffee on their other hand.

"Nothing lewd or brazen. Really, Angela, you have to get out more often," said Mona, handing her back the story board.

The next night Mona and Angela arrived home shortly before supper. "Tony! Tony!" Mona was yelling as she came in the door.

"Oh, he's out for a few minutes," said Jonathan. "He said to tell you guys to wait for him and don't start supper without him," he continued.

"Why where is he?" asked Angela.

Just then Tony came in the front door humming the King and Queen of Hearts song, carrying 2 cups of Starbucks latte. He handed one to Angela and took a sip on the other. Mona noticed colour stained on Angela's cheek.

"I thought you said we shouldn't go to Starbucks as we can have gourmet coffee in our own kitchen brewed by our Italian barista", said Mona.

"Well, a Starbucks macchiato to perk you up on steamy night under the moonlight," he teased with glint in his eyes. His joke sent Angela spilling her coffee all over the floor.

"Angela, what's the matter with you?" scolded Mona, "you've been so jittery lately."

"Let me get that", Tony said as he mopped the coffee on the floor.

Angela excused herself and went up her room. Mona caught sight of the Starbucks campaign she accidentally left on the living room table this morning. She looked back at Tony, his knowing smile never left his face and then Mona knew.

The next day was the day of the Starbucks presentation. Angela and two of her vice-presidents, Stan and Neil, were having a closed door meeting with the chairman of Starbucks Coffee International. The chairman seemed to be more than satisfied with the Ad campaigns Angela was showing him.

"Angela, the romantic approach to the campaign is simply brilliant. By the time you're agency is through, everyone in America will not only go to Starbucks in the morning but will think of it after every date they have," said the chairman in satisfaction.

"Thank you, Mr. Thompson. I'm delighted you…"

Suddenly, Angela's vision swirled, the room seems to swim around her, she tried to focus but a black mass enveloped her and she fainted. When she opened her eyes, she was lying on the couch in her office. Mona and the vice-presidents were watching her with worried expressions on their faces.

"What happened? How did the contract signing go?" asked Angela.

"Angela! You fainted and all you can think about is your account!" said Mona totally aghast.

"Don't worry, Ms. Bower, Mr. Thompson signed the contract and he was very pleased with our presentation. He was just worried when you fainted", said Stan.

"Well then, if we got the account, all is well. We can all go back to our work", said Angela, smiling as she sat up from the couch.

When the vice-presidents left the room, Mona sat beside her, a look of total concern on her face. "You've never fainted in your life. Did you skip lunch? I know you skipped breakfast and you've been working too hard," said Mona.

"I'm okay mother. I just got tired, I guess. I only skipped breakfast because I've been feeling ill every morning but I'll be fine…. Maybe I should go home now and rest. It's already 3:30 anyway. I'll cut a few hours off work. And probably pass by the grocery to buy some green mangoes or some kiwi fruit."

Tony excitedly left another bouquet of flowers by Angela's door. He'd been trying to get her alone to talk about his feelings and their night at the island but she seemed uninterested and distant. He didn't know how to approach her specially since there were people around the house. A bouquet of flowers at her door every night would send the message that he loved her and their night at the island was special to him. Well, that was what he thought the kind of message it will send but it didn't leave the desired effect. Angela still hadn't spoken to him about the night of the bluemoon nor had she shown any interest to talk so he decided to change his tactic. When he read the Starbucks campaign, it gave him an idea to give a Starbucks coffee to Angela in order to remind him of their moonlight tryst but it only left her agitated.

He suddenly remembered that he forgot to turn off the radio in the kitchen. He stepped out of his room just in time to catch Samantha taking the flowers that were supposed to be for Angela. "Woow, woow, Sam. What are you doing?" asked Tony.

"I'm taking the flowers you bought for me," replied Sam.

"Those aren't for you. They're for Angela," he said taking the flowers from Sam.

"What? You mean they're all for Angela all along?" asked Sam.

"You mean you've been taking my flowers for Angela for the last 10 days?" asked Tony in disbelief.

"I didn't know they're for her. Look it says 'To my beautiful princess' and since when did she become your beautiful princess? You've never sent her flowers before and I was always your beautiful princess. Next time dad, if you want to court her, use a more direct approach and maybe at least write her name on the card," said Samantha.

Samantha took the flowers from Tony's hand once again. "Sorry, dad, you bought daisies tonight and they're my favourite. Can I have this bouquet? Just buy her another bouquet tomorrow night," smiled Samantha. Tony let out a big sigh of exasperation and went downstairs.

It was past 10 o'clock and the kids and Angela were safely tucked in bed. Angela retired early right after dinner. Mona found Tony by the porch solemnly looking at the sky. He's been staring at the stars for the last 45 minutes.

"May I seat with you?" she asked Tony. Tony smiled and said "sure".

"You seem to be looking at the stars every evening since you came back from the shipwreck," said Mona.

A huge smile came over his serous face. "Well, I'm waiting for a bluemoon and the stars just remind me of the time Angela and I..." his smile faded and stopped himself from going further. "It's getting late..." Tony stood and tried to go but Mona stopped him by holding his hand.

"Tony… I know it's none of my business…I wouldn't be confronting you if not for Angela falling in a faint…"

"Wait! Wait a minute, Angela fainted? Why wasn't I informed about it? Is she okay? What is wrong with her?" he asked in alarm. "Next time something happens to her. I have to be notified", he said angrily.

"Why?" asked Mona teasingly.

Tony was silent. He couldn't tell her why he acted so violently about Angela getting hurt. "I.." he stammered.

"You love her, don't you?",Mona continued for him.

Tony just nodded his head in admittance. "Calm down, Tony. I don't think it's contagious…but it is serious," Mona said calmly, she knew Tony would make everything fine.

Angela gasped and sat up as she heard light footsteps slowly approaching her bed. It was dark but the moonlight illuminated Tony's features. "Don't be afraid. I just wanted to talk", said Tony seating on the edge of Angela's bed facing her.

"I'm not afraid of you. I was just startled", she said softly.

Both were silent for a few minutes before Tony looked out Angela's bedroom window and said, "Aren't the stars beautiful? "

He touched her chin gently and moved her head up, forcing her to look into his eyes. "They remind me of that beautiful night I had with you by the shore. And I don't think I'll ever forget it, not as long as there are stars in the sky", he told her softly.

Angela looked down unable to meet Tony's gaze. His hand still holding her chin, he felt a tear slid down Angela's cheek and his fingers gently dried it away. "That night was so special to me too... I didn't think you felt the same way", replied Angela.

Tony took her in his arms and hugged her tenderly. "Didn't you feel it in my kiss? Didn't you hear my heartbeat? Oh Angela, I'm not as eloquent as most of the sophisticated men you meet but my actions speak the song of my heart."

He said it so passionately that Angela tore herself from his embrace, looked at him with such a joyous smile and teased "I thought you weren't poetic?"

Tony gave her his boyish grin, "Only with you."

"Are you sorry we…" Angela asked seriously.

"You mean if I was sorry rescue came a day too late?" Tony asked good-naturedly. Angela was silent, afraid of what Tony would say. "No, Angela. I'm not. God forgive me but I'm not sorry", Tony told her seriously.

He kissed her before continuing, "Remember when you asked me if I would have been happier at a hotel instead of our sordid situation at the island?-I would never exchange our 7 days in that little make-shift for any luxurious cruise or 5 -star hotel in the world, not even if I had to build several make-shift houses or catch 200 elusive fishes with my bare hands in that 7 days on the island... because our week was special... not because my fortitude crumbled", he paused and gave her an uneasy smile then continued " well, it did give us a special night under the bluemoon but anyhow, it's because I was with you and that week made us a lot closer than we already are."

Angela couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her heart was singing upon hearing Tony's sentiments. They embraced once again then Tony held her face between his hands and slowly came close for a searing kiss. He kissed her with all the fervour he's been holding back the past 3 years. Angela felt herself swept away.

Tony reluctantly pulled away and looked into her eyes, "I love you, Angela."

Looking intently into Tony's eyes, she replied "I love you too, Tony."

He smiled sheepishly, "You know Angela, another magical thing might have happened that night…" Angela looked at him expectantly. Tony possessively laid his hands on Angela's flat stomach. A big smile crossed Angela's delicate features as realization sunk in, giving him a tight hug.

"Oh Tony, I never thought about it… I mean it didn't cross my mind… but of course that was it… why I hadn't been feeling so well the past few days…Oh Tony it's wonderful" Angela stopped for a moment, uncertain how Tony was reacting. She looked at him with worry, "It is wonderful, isn't it?"

Tony was solemn, "it's not wonderful…"

A huge grin came across his face "It's excellent! It's perfect! It's terrific!" he yelled excitedly giving Angela another tight embrace.

"How do you feel about a beach wedding- with a Catholic priest of course?" Tony asked.

"Oh Tony, there's nothing in the world I would want more ", she replied adoringly.