“Thank you,” Arielle choked. “Why are you crying?” Vinson stood up uncertainly as he leaned over and wiped her eyes. “I'm not,” Arielle said with a shake of her head. “I'm just happy. Thank you.” Vinson sighed. “If I knew you were going to cry, I wouldn't have done this.” I only wanted to see her smile. Not her tears. Arielle's fingers tensed up at his words before slackening. She felt the toughness of her heart give way as it was being filled with something soft and warm. “Vinson, though you have plenty of issues”—Arielle hiccupped—”you're a good man after all.” “Are you praising or insulting me?” Vinson frowned. “It's a compliment. Take it.” Arielle wiped her tears and looked at him seriously. “Whoever marries you in the future will be very lucky.” “Are you referring to yourself?” Vinson gazed at her. Arielle forgot that she was already married to him. “It's a sham marriage. We're going to be separated sooner or later. I'm referring to the person who will marry you for real in the future,” Arielle mumbled, feeling reluctant for reasons unknown to her. “We don't have to get divorced,” Vinson said suddenly. “What?” Arielle exclaimed. “Nothing.” Vinson cleared his throat before turning to the waiter. “Is this juice alcoholic?” he demanded. “I'm talking nonsense already.” What kind of restaurant serves alcoholic orange juice? The waiter navigated around Vinson's remark tactfully. “The kitchen added champagne into your juice in celebration of your wedding!” he said with a smile. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Nightshire! I'll be in the corner if you need me.” Did they not just get married? Why are they still so shy with one another like they are on their first date? With such a handsome couple as our new owners, our restaurant will be booming in business soon. The waiter was unaware that aside from their looks, the status of the restaurant's new owners was enough to attract scores of new customers. At the dining table, Arielle was trying hard to compose herself by focusing on her meal. Though she said nothing throughout the rest of the meal, her heart was bursting with happiness. My tastebuds clung on to my past even if my memories did not. I used to have this with Mom all the time. Vinson did not interrupt Arielle's thoughts. Instead, he focused on his own meal.When she was almost done, Vinson finally spoke. “Do you recall anything?” Arielle took a moment to return to the present. “Are you hoping that I will regain my memories?” she asked. “Yes, I do.” Vinson nodded. “You have a lot of things you don't remember, do you? Instead of searching for evidence from another place or person, why don't you try and look within? Anything you remember might help to locate your mother.” “I know,” Arielle said wearily. “But it's no use. Before I returned, I had consulted many doctors with the hopes of regaining my memories, but nothing worked.” “That was because you were still away,” Vinson said firmly. “Now that you are back, try revisiting some familiar things. It will be more effective than any treatment.” “Maybe...” Arielle's voice trailed off. She took a deep breath and smiled. “No matter what, I think I've made progress by recalling the taste of my childhood here. I will come back more often in the future.”