In the blink of an eye, the weather turned chilly. As per the custom during a traditional festival, many were still immersed in the warm atmosphere, unable to go into work mode entirely when Christmas had just passed a while ago.
The date of Jonathan and Madilyn’s wedding had been set for shortly after Christmas. Archie and Benny were preparing a gift for their godmother’s wedding. Estella was likewise busy designing her godmother’s wedding gown.
Meanwhile, Roxanne had morning sickness that lasted for two weeks, making her lament over her inability to feast during Christmas.
Right then, the iron gates of an unknown prison in Horington slowly opened. Elektra walked out at a slow pace. Having changed out of her prison uniform, she wore a down jacket, her hair a touch disheveled. She did not tell her family that her prison term had ended.
After bidding farewell to the prison guard briefly, she stared at the narrow path ahead that was long and winding. She could not see anything ahead, for everything was blanketed with snow.
Following a brief contemplation, she decided to phone a friend to help book her a ride. Unexpectedly, two white cars zipped down the snow-covered road and reached her shortly after.
Opening the car door, James hurried out of the car. He pinned his gaze on Elektra and hollered, “I’m here, Elektra! Don’t underestimate us though you deliberately kept us in the dark!”
Next, Jonathan also climbed out of the car. Holding the wish bottle Elektra once buried, he chimed in with a nod, “I even know that you plan on buying a flight ticket and leaving Horington after visiting your parents subsequent to your release.”
Shock was written all over Elektra’s face. A few seconds later, her eyes that exuded weariness flickered imperceptibly. Her gaze was promptly riveted on the wish bottle. In a flash, her thoughts seemingly flew back to ten years ago.
At that time, she was considered childhood friends with Lucian, James, and Jonathan. They all grew up together.
In a trice, the years became a thing of the past. It had been so long that she had forgotten the wish she had made back then. As Jonathan stepped onto the snow, ruffling. sounds drifted into the air.
Stopping before her, he handed the wish bottle to her with a grin. “Regardless of your decision at the end of the day, we hope that you’ll take a look at your wish in the past before making up your mind.”
Tears almost escaped Elektra’s eyes. Fortunately, it was freezing, and all moisture seemingly turned frozen, so she ultimately saved herself from the embarrassment of crying. Nonetheless, her eyes were red-rimmed.
Holding up the wish bottle, she removed the cork with a light pull and tipped out the paper within. James chuckled. “Don’t worry. We didn’t take a peek at it! But if you don’t mind, we would like to have a look now.”
In response, Elektra shot him a dark look. “No way! Don’t even dream about it!”
At that moment, a question popped into her mind. What exactly were my feelings toward Lucian back then? Could it be that my adoration toward him in the past few years really stemmed from a sense of possessiveness?
As soon as she opened it, she was greeted by the sight of lines of writing. She was wholly stunned at once.
Several times, she lifted her head and looked at James, muttering, “This can’t be true. It’s impossible. Why can’t I remember my wish back then?”
A lot of things about the times the four of them spent together were penned on the paper. However, the most part of it was about James. After all, James’s house was adjacent to the Lane residence at that time. Thus, she had more interaction with him.
She even wrote that she hoped Yennefer would recover soon, wishing that James would wear a smile again instead of being secretly worried all the time.
