Learn to be Loved

Chapter 9

Paris is beautiful, no doubt about it. The sad part about all of this is the fact we have one more week here until we leave back to the U.S.

I've been trying hard to remember, but it is useless. I try my hardest, but my mind goes black.

It's been three days since my 'incident'. Father never explains to me what exactly happened.

What I would give to remember ... three weeks... three weeks of my life I have no recognition of.

So far, father hadn't lay a single finger on me which I'm happy for.

I jumped in fright from my bed at the sudden ring of my phone. I frowned when I saw the caller ID.

"Aaron? " I heard shuffling on the other hand.

"Hey Chloe, " he sounded breathless, "what are you doing tonight? "

I thought for a moment.

"Nothing. "

What is he planning? After many years without contact, he calls me asking what I'm doing tonight? Unless, we met again during my unknown three weeks.

"Perfect. Get ready, I'll be there in five. We are having dinner."

I didn't even had a chance to respond before he hang up. That boy ... I quickly changed into a light blue summer dress. I let my hair down and brush it. I heard the door knock, followed by the sound of the door being opened.

"My son, what brings down here? " I heard my dad greet with a laugh.

"I'm taking my lovely sister out to dinner to bond, " I heard the deep voice of my brother reply, "and talk about the upcoming shows. "

I grab my phone, put it on my purse, and leave my room. My eyes widened at the sight of my brother. He looked so.... grown up.

"Ready Chloe? " he gave me his arm to hold and we left the hotel.

He was wearing all black. Black dress shirt, black pants, and black shoes.

"Father told me about your... incident, " I heard doubt in his tone.

"Yes." my voice was soft as I stared at the floor.

"We are meeting some... friends at dinner." my gaze switched to Aaron.

"Friends? "

"Yes, friends. You know them... erm ... yeah, " he mumble some words I couldn't quite catch.

Friends... I made friends here in France? Once again I found myself staring at the beautiful golden ring that I somehow had on.

Deformity.

I shook my head. What? That word just jumped into my brain as I stared at the ring. Deformity ... What does it mean? Am I remembering now my lost memory?

"We're here, " Aaron pull me out of my thoughts as we entered a beautiful restaurant. It didn't seem like a casual restaurant, nor a formal one. "There they are."

We walk towards a table were two men were seated at. One I quickly recognized. Christian.

The other man, however, I didn't recognize. Somewhere in the back of my mind told me I know him.

He is handsome, no doubt about it. He was wearing a black tailcoat tuxedo.

He had slick black hair gelled back, he had a stubble that made him more attractive. His eyes though, his gray blue eyes, captivated me.

Both men stood up as I took a seat opposite the handsome stranger. I sat next to Aaron.

"How are you Chloe?" Christian asked, breaking the silence.