Since <b>1 </b>had made up my mind, Gabrielle stopped trying to persuade me and asked, “The wine is in the safe. Do you know the code?”
I shook my <b>head</b><b>. </b>“Let’s just try.”
1instinctively entered my birthday, and the safe clicked open.
I froze for a moment, unsite how to feel
It really was my birthday,
1 had no memory of the <b>past </b>few years. My mind waspletely nk. I had no idea what my rtionship with Jonathan was really like.
All I knew were the things that had happened after 1 woke up. From what I saw, he didn’t love me at all. Whenever it was between me and Alicia, he always chose
Alicia without hesitation.
However, the small details of everyday life told a different story. Jonathan and I weren’t just a couple who hated each other.
There were many signs that we had some thily sweet moments,
The more I thought about it<b>, </b>the more confused I became. But even if tasked Gabrielle, she wouldn’t know much. After all, she had stopped talking to me not long after I got mamed.
All I could do now was rely on bits and pieces, hoping to piece together the truth of our marriage on my own.
Inside the safe was a bottle of pink wine. Compared to the rows of borate bottles around it, this one looked simple and pure. Its pink glow came entirely from the liquid <b>inside</b>, making it look even more radiant.
“No wonder <b>this </b>wine is called First Love,” I murmured in admiration. “It really suits the name just from how it looks.”
Gabrielle helped me pick a few more bottles to go with it. We packed them carefully in a wooden gitt box and left the <b>vi</b><b>. </b>
I stood outside La Doghouse, staring at the big sign, unsure of what to make of it.
From what I knew, this was Frederick’s ce, and it was the biggest <b>barin </b>Harthville. Still, I couldn’t believe this was the <b>name </b>he chose.
cabrielle asked me, <b>“</b>What’s wrong? Let’s go in.”
“Who came up with this name?” Lasked.
“You did,” Gabrielle said iselplessly. “Did you forget that too?
I was surprised, “How could have named it? I’ve never been close to Frederick”
“You weren’t,” she replied. “That’s why we were all shocked when he actually used a name you blurted out as the name of his <b>bar </b>Galizielle pulled me inside, and we walked down a long hallway until we reached a private room
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“None of us had <b>a </b>clue be was into you back then,” she went on “We were all just hanging out at some random <b>school </b>mixer. You were sitting quietly in theer, and he barely said <b>a </b>word the whole night. Then out of nowhere, one of his friends <b>asked </b>what he <b>was </b>gonna name his new bar. He looked straight at you and asked for ideas. You just slugged and said, ‘Nothing beats your own doghouse. And boony, be actually named it La Doghouse.
I chuckled dryly. “He’s petty casual about ildings.”
Just as we reached the door of the private room, a woman <b>in </b>a pink dress stepped out and , ked our way.
Sorry, this <b>area </b>isn’t open to <b>just </b>anyone.”
Stewartall—about <b>5’9</b>“-willigh heels and amanding presence that made <b>Gabrielle </b>and me look small and delicate.
smiled <b>and </b>said, “Sorry, we’re here to ure Frederick. Could you let him know?”
She shooker <b>bead</b>. “No. Mr. Guzman said no visitors.”
Gabalelle stepped forward <b>“</b>Tell den Elise is here. He’ll let us in ”
The wochen let put a coldugh and nced at her watch “Elise? I’ve never heard of any Elise close to the boss