Chapter 1382
Chapter 1381:
But now, Elliana’s stance was beginning to soften. If Adah truly cared for Lance, Elliana had no objection to nudging things along. After all, if Adah married into the Evans family, Elliana would get to see Adah every day. The thought alone felt almost too perfect.
With that in mind, Elliana turned to Cole. “What do you think p>
Cole could only shrug, unsure how to respond. He understood exactly what answer Elliana was hoping for, yet he also knew how deeply Allan’s feelings for Adah ran. Stuck between two impossible sides, he had no easy answer.
Sensing his dilemma, Elliana chose not to push further. Instead, she murmured, “I’ll talk to Adah later and see what she wants p>
Elsewhere in the ballroom, Sophie gripped Rita’s hands, emotion spilling from her as she spoke fervently about the connection they once shared.
Two months earlier, Elliana had personally performed reconstructive surgery on Sophie. Since then, Sophie had been recuperating at home, fully healed just in time to attend Cole and Elliana’s wedding.
With her former beauty restored, Sophie was glowing. She arrived at her son’s wedding looking radiant, her spirits high. Seeing Rita again after so many years overwhelmed Sophie. Words tumbled from her mouth without pause, her emotions impossible to contain.
“Rita, after everything we’ve survived, we’re still here. And to meet again at a time like this, alive and free, it feels like a miracle p>
“I’ve missed you so much—so much that I constantly dream about the days we spent together p>
“From now on, we can finally live in the light. No more hiding. No more fear. No more running for our lives p>
Sophie’s voice shook as she spoke, tears streaming down her face.
Rita, however, could not return that same emotion. Her memories were still gone. She understood, on a rational level, that Sophie had once been her closest friend, someone she had grown up with. But with her past erased, her heart felt disconnected, leaving her unsure how she was supposed to feel.
𝙍𝙖𝙬 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙞𝙡 𝙩𝙤: g𝖺𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⨳ⅽ𝗈𝗺
“I’m sorry, I don’t remember who you are,” Rita said softly with polite restraint.
Sophie stiffened for a brief moment and then smiled gently. “I know. Elliana told me everything you went through. It’s all right. As long as I remember you, that’s enough. I’ll tell you about our shared childhood slowly, one story at a time p>
Sophie reached out, took Rita’s hand, and guided her toward a nearby sofa. Sitting together, Sophie began recounting memories from their youth.
Arthur and Jarrett stayed where they were, watching their wives quietly with fond, knowing smiles. This was something the women needed to reclaim on their own, and the men understood well enough to give them space.
“Rita, when we were little, we promised we would be best friends for life,” Sophie said, her voice heavy with nostalgia. “And we meant it. I would have died for you back then, and you would have done the same for me. We weren’t sisters by blood, not even a drop, but we were closer than real sisters ever could be. A thousand times closer. A million times p>
Rita listened in silence. Then, all at once, the scenes Sophie described burst vividly into her mind. The memories she had lost surged back like a tidal wave, crashing through every barrier she had left.