Chapter 33 Long-lost tale.

Gianna was truly freaking out. She didn't want Arwen to marry Ryan, but she certainly hadn't wished her to marry a complete stranger either. "Anna, I am not cracking jokes. I am serious as well," Arwen said calmly. Then, getting up, she walked to the dining table to pour herself a glass of water. Sipping it slowly, she continued, "If I weren't serious, how could I have signed the marriage certificate today?" "Exactly, my point! Why did you do that?" Gianna asked, as if she was in agony trying to understand what had driven her friend to make such a decision. Arwen turned to look at Gianna and gestured for her to take a seat on the sofa first. "Sit down, I will tell you what all happened." She walked back to sit as well before reaching for her phone. After tapping it a few times, she showed Gianna an image. "What the fu*k? That ass*le actually slept with that b*tch just a night before marrying you?" "I am not sure," Arwen said honestly, and Gianna rolled her eyes at her. "What's there to be unsure about? Isn't the evidence right in front of you?" "Delyth is not worth trusting." Arwen replied, and Gianna scoffed. "As if Ryan Foster is?" Arwen shook her head, "He isn't, but I don't think he would cheat like that. At most, he might go out on a date, but not sleep around. If he had, Delyth wouldn't be so insecure even after having all his attention." Gianna rubbed her chin. "So, you mean Delyth—"@@@@ "And you still married him?" Gianna asked, bewildered. Shouldn't she run away instead when he looked so dangerous? But Arwen nodded as if she had hundreds of reasons to explain. "His gaze wasn't the same towards me. In fact, he felt oddly familiar; like I had met him before. I almost thought I knew him from somewhere in the past." Gianna pressed her lips in a thin line, no longer believing Arwen's words. To her, it seemed as though her friend was under the effect of some kind of spell. "Really? If he seems that familiar to you, do you think you two shared a relationship in the past life or something? Maybe in this life or the previous one?" "I don't know." Arwen admitted, lost in her own trance. The familiarity that she felt around Aiden was really hard to ignore. But no matter how much she tried to remember, she couldn't place him anywhere in her life. Gianna, on the other hand, was feeling ready to squeeze something out of pure frustration. "Okay, tell me what's his name. Maybe, I can help you remember him," she asked while trying her best to stay composed. Arwen, still lost in her trance, almost missed Gianna's question. "Huh?" she asked, furrowing her brows little in confusion. And Gianna repeated herself, controlling her temper as best as she could. "I asked for his name. I hope you at least asked for that before marrying him." "Oh, right, I did." Arwen nodded, before replying, "His name is Aiden." "Aiden!" As Gianna repeated that name, and something in her expression shifted, as if she was finding it hard to believe. Could it be —? Arwen noticed the change in Gianna's expression and asked, "You know him?" Her gaze fixed on Gianna, curious, as if waiting for her to reveal a long lost tale wiped from her memory. Gianna didn't answer immediately. Instead, she asked, as if trying to recall someone, "Can you say that name again? Aiden, what?"