It was the memory of her eighteenth birthday, the one before the k********g and before the amnesia.
Serena remembered spending that birthday abroad with her mother. After the celebration, she had gone out alone on a whim and wandered the city until late into the night.
Around one in the morning, a light drizzle began to fall. Walking by herself along the roadside, Serena grew uneasy and finally called her driver to pick her up. While waiting, she spotted a dessert café still open and decided to go inside.
That was how she met Lucian.
He had been slightly drunk, sitting by the window with a cappuccino in hand, watching the rain slide down the glass.
Rainy nights were rare in Valoria compared to back home. Serena took the seat beside him, and the two of them sat together watching the ra
