Epilogue

Lillian's POV

My memories are still blurry but one thing remains clear.

My feelings for him.

I know that I love him. My heart feels happy whenever I am with him.

I can't remember some memories I have with him but that won't stop me from marrying this man.

When the door of the art gallery opened I felt my heart beating loudly against my chest.

My hands went cold so I held the bouquet tightly trying to find some strength and ease the nervousness that I was feeling.

I roamed my eyes around.

I saw art hanging on the wall and everything looked familiar to me but I can't tell when I exactly saw it or what particular memory it holds.

As I took a step forward all eyes were on me. People who are close to us are watching my step closely and it made me even more nervous so I fixated my gaze on him...to the man who can calm my storm.

He smiled at me but he wiped something on the corner of his eyes as if he was crying.

Seeing him cry made the corner of my eyes water as well but I suppressed it so