Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO

"Photo album?" Gianna asked, scooting closer to take a peek at it. "What did you want to check in that old book?"

As she asked, her eyes focused on the pictures Arwen was flipping through. "These …" she glanced up at and continued with an awe expression. "Aren't these from your childhood?"

"Mm-hm~" Arwen nodded with a slow hum. "It's from the days of my first school. I got these pictures at that time just to remember all the faces."

"To remember all the faces?" Gianna didn't understand. "Why would you have to do that for that reason? I mean, if there is someone truly important, you would remember him no matter what, wouldn't you?"

People keep pictures to save up the memories. It was the first time she had heard that someone was keeping pictures to remember their faces.

Arwen didn't explain. Not because she didn't want to, but because she didn't know what to explain. She didn't know herself. The reason felt absurd, but it was true. She kept all these pictures so that she wouldn't forget the faces she was once acquainted with.

She usually doesn't have the disorder of forgetting faces, but she doesn't remember any of these faces anymore.

With time, she thought it was natural for her to forget. After all, she was too young to remember it all.

But all that was just the reason she gave to herself so that things didn't confuse her more.

Arwen flipped through the pictures —one after the other.

Normally when someone does that, they get the feeling of nostalgia …

But here, she was looking through it all blankly.

She was searching for something … or someone, but even turning more than half of the album, she couldn't find the similar sense of familiarity she that was hoping to find.

Had she been truly over thinking it?

Maybe she was…

"You are simply flipping through the pictures, Wenna," Gianna suddenly frowned, not finding the sense in it. "Can you please at least elaborate to me what are you trying to find? If you can then, maybe … just maybe, I will be able to help you in it."

But Arwen didn't answer. She didn't know what she was trying to find there. It was just a feeling … of familiarity, maybe —that she was looking for. And she couldn't elaborate that, could she?

When Gianna didn't receive an answer to her question, she pressed her lips in a thin line and didn't probe more. Sitting beside Arwen, she just looked through the pictures with her.

In every single picture, Arwen looked beautiful than any other kid. It was like she belonged to a completely different world than them. One look, and anyone could tell the different aura and glow that Arwen had.

"You were quite pretty when you were young," she commented, and Arwen still didn't reply.

Just like that, soon they reached the last flap of the pictures, and still Arwen couldn't find anything that could satisfy her curiosity.

When Gianna saw her closing it, she glanced back up at Arwen, only to find her expression … nothing but disappointed.

"What?" she asked, "You didn't find what you were looking for?"

Arwen shook her head. "No, it's not there. I think I was simply overthinking things. How can I —" she trailed off, already feeling regret for keeping such hopes.

Weren't such hopes doomed to turn into disappointment?

"How can you what, Wenna?" Gianna asked, not at all understanding Arwen. Although her composure seemed to be calm, she could see the distress in her gaze. As if she was looking for something but then lost all hope to find it.

What was she looking for?

Arwen shook her head in nothingness. "Nothing," she said. "I was just fantasizing something and then realized that fantasies don't come into reality … always."

"Were you looking for something or someone?" Gianna asked.

Arwen stared into her eyes. "Someone," she replied.

"Who?" she asked again, and just when Arwen would have dismissed the question, she cut her chance to and phrased hers differently. "Was he someone you looking forwards to?"

Arwen nodded. "Yes, but it all remained just in my imagination. I haven't known your uncle in the past," she said as she shook the album in front of her before setting it aside.

And suddenly, Gianna realized something.

"Wait, what?" She asked in confusion. "You were looking for my uncle … there?" She pointed at the album before looking up at Arwen.

"Fundamentally, yes," Arwen admitted with a sigh, but then, pursing her lips, she added, "But anyway, he is not in there, which means I might not have known him in the past."

"So, you were truly trying to find him there?" Gianna asked again, as if it was something she was trying hard to believe.

Arwen couldn't understand.

What was so hard to believe in that?

Couldn't she try and look in the pictures to see if she had known someone or not?

"Anna, why do you want me to repeat that again and again? Didn't I tell you already that yes, I was trying to see if I have known your uncle before?" she said in a slightly disgruntled tone.

Gianna shook her head. "That's not what I meant," she said. "I was just trying to confirm that even you thought that you knew my uncle from the past, which means there could definitely be the possibility of you knowing him. I mean, if not hundred percent, then at five or ten percent."

"How can there be such a possibility?" Arwen asked, not understanding her mathematics. "Didn't I just look through the whole album in front of you and confirm that he hasn't been a part of my life? If he had been, then there must have been a picture of him in that book."

"Is that a necessary rule?" Gianna asked, almost rolling her eyes. Experience tales with My Virtual Library Empire

However, Arwen nodded firmly. "Yes, it has to be there. Almost everyone from my early days has been recorded in there, I am sure."

Gianna was about to retort with a reason when suddenly something caught her eyes. And narrowing her gaze a little to focus on it, she mumbled, "What's there?"