Imela's POV

"I love you; you know that, right?" Oliver asked over the phone.

"I don't think I will ever forget the way you always remind me," I answered with a small smile.

I told Oliver I would have dinner tonight with Marcel and Kimberly, his girlfriend, whom I had yet to meet, meaning he and Ocean would have to have dinner without me. The last time I visited was three weeks ago, a week before my trip to Madrid, and since I got back, I've been too busy with work, only keeping in touch through calls. When Marcel called to invite me to tonight's dinner, I couldn't refuse. I...