As long as I'm with you

"I'm sorry, Miss. Have we met before? I don't think… I know you."

I witnessed how the woman's mouth formed an O with Gideon's question.

"I see… you never recovered your memory," the woman, who I remembered, whose name is Kylie, cleared her throat. "We met in Paris, before you lost your memory. But we also met after your accident. I introduced myself to you when I saw you at Il Fornaio, remember? I even gave you my calling card."

She was wearing a red summer dress and a wide-brimmed hat.

"Oh..." Gideon slowly nodded. "Yeah. I think I remember. Is your name Kelly or Kyla?"

"It's Kylie," she smiled. "What are you doing here?" The woman turned to me. Then she looked back at Gideon. "I heard you were already divorced from your wife."

My lips parted. How could she say that when I'm right here in front of her?

"We're here for our honeymoon."

The woman blinked. "Honeymoon?"

I was about to answer, but Gideon beat me to it. "Bianca agreed to marry me again."

I couldn't help but smile when I