"I'm sorry, Miss. Have we met before? I don't think… I know you."

I witnessed how the woman's mouth formed an O with Gideon's question. 

"I see… you never recovered your memory," the woman, who I remembered, whose name is Kylie, cleared her throat. "We met in Paris, before you lost your memory. But we also met after your accident. I introduced myself to you when I saw you at Il Fornaio, remember? I even gave you my calling card."

She was wearing a red summer dress and a wide-brimmed hat.

"Oh..." Gideon slowly nodded. "Yeah. I think I remember. Is your name Kelly or Kyla?"

"It's Kylie," she smiled....