"Are you sure, Chris? Was I that girl?" Isabella asks excitedly, her father-in-law had already said so, although honestly she didn't believe it. But as far as she remembers, Christian is different. "Are you not mistaken, my love? Do you really remember?"

"Yes, Bella, I dreamt about you! About seeing you every Sunday, in your treehouse! I remember it very clearly, Bella! Always in those dresses with lots of frills and your hair with the pink bow on the right side that I used to switch to the left! Do you remember how mad you used to get about it?"

"It's true, Chris, you remember me!" It's now Isabella who...