POV: AndreaI had my white cocktail dress on. It had a sweetheart neckline with a flowy skirt that reached on the knees. A red ribbon was tied elegantly around my waist for additional sophistication and as what my mom said, a tradition, and in order to distinguish me from all the other ladies in the room. I am the bride-to-be of course, so it was my night.Together with me as I stepped inside the second-floor function room were my mother and my step-dad. Auntie Marcella arrived earlier in order to make sure that the preparations were going according to her 'top-of-the-line' plan.When we examined the place, it was really of that magnitude. Rows and rows of white rose bouquets were seen in the entrance and corridor going to the specific bridal party room. Then, inside the room itself, there were numerous white vases full of white roses and Dancing Lady orchids. White balloons covered the whole ceiling except the huge

POV: EriolWe didn't smile or frown. We just stared at each other speechless.She slowly approached me, Raphael giving her the freedom, and I really thought I would be embraced then but she suddenly slapped me. Palm to my right cheek. Hard. I was surprised."That's for leaving me without a word, " she stated with bitterness.And then she slapped me again in the opposite side."And that's for erasing my memories!"I touched the sore spot of my cheeks and grinned at her remark. I surely deserve this kind of treatment so I accept it with arms wide open. It seemed that she had finally remembered her memories from the past to the present. On what specific part of those, that I don't know, but I wanted to. Yes, I really wanted to. However, I didn't dare read her mind again. That's a privacy I had learned to adjust even if it was hard for me."You bastard!