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    On the other end, Howe’s frustration was palpable. “I’ve sent people everywhere—domestically and abroad. It’s like he vanished into thin air. What else do you expect me to do?”


    “That’s your problem!” Marc snapped.


    His voice turned лед-cold. “If we don’t find him, neither of us will know peace. Don’t forget—we both have a lot at stake.”


    He ended the call, but his anxiety only deepened.


    Late into the night, he sat alone in his study, scrolling through endless wedding venues on hisputer, trying to drown his unease in ns and details. Only by imagining the grand ceremony—Ste walking toward him in white—could he temporarily silence the shadow gnawing at his heart.


    A few dayster, to ease Ste’s nerves and remind her of their shared past, Marc took her to the Starlight Art Gallery, a ce rich with their memories.


    The gallery’s massive dome was famous for its immersive “gxy” instations, where light and motion recreated the boundless beauty of the cosmos.


    In Ste’s fractured memory, this was where Marc had first confessed his love.


    Tonight, Marc had rented out the entire gallery. The vast hall was empty except for them. Above, an artificial Milky Way drifted slowly across the dome, casting a soft, dreamlike glow that wrapped them in starlight.


    Hand in hand, they walked across the mirrored floor, which shimmered like the surface of a tranquil universe.


    “Stel,” Marc said softly, his voice carrying a nostalgic tremor. “Do you remember? This is where I first told you how I felt. You were standing under the Andromeda Neb, wearing a white dress… You looked like a gift from the heavens.”


    Ste tilted her head, gazing up at the swirling lights. Faint fragments of memory surfaced—blurry and disjointed, yet undeniably tender. A small smile tugged at her lips.


    “I think… I remember a little. Weren’t you so nervous you almost walked with your arms and legs moving on the same side?”


    Marc chuckled, the sound low and warm. He pulled her into his embrace and rested his chin on top of her head.


    “Yes. I was terrified you’d reject me.”


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    They held each other in silence, standing close beneath the artificial “starry sky.”


    Ste strained to summon the memories of how their love had first begun, but everything felt blurred and uncertain.


    She told herself she hadn’t lost her memory—she’d only been unconscious for two years. And yet, why did those memories feel so distant, so foreign, as if they belonged to someone else entirely?


    Marc held her close, feeling her warmth against him. The unease that had lingered since William’s name had been mentioned began to fade.


    Whatever Ste was truly thinking, she kept buried deep within, where no one could reach.


    Time seemed to blur around them until Marc finally drew a long breath. He released her gently, then—to her astonishment—stepped back and dropped to one knee before her.


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