Her wedding to Julius was only two days away, and she planned to bring her grandfather along to pick up her mentors from the countryside so they could attend.
She hoped that seeing familiar faces might spark something in his fragmented memory.
Dewey looked confused. "Old friends? Who are they?"
"You'll know them when you see them, Grandpa. They're my mentors. You were the one who took me to them to learn my skills all those years ago. Seeing them might help you remember the past."
"Alright, I'll go with you."
He had been in the capital with her for over ten days now, and the urge to reclaim his lost memories was growing stronger every day. He desperately wanted to understand his connection to this young woman who called him her grandfather, and he wanted to know the story behind the photo of the little girl they had visited at the cemetery.
He didn't want to forget his family. He didn't want to forget his own life.
"Okay, give me a minute. I need to go ask the butler for a bigger car."
With all the mentors, a standard sedan wouldn't be enough.
Stella found Larry. "Larry, I need a seven-seater to go pick some people up. Do we have one here at the estate?"
"Yes, Mrs. Blackwood," Larry replied respectfully. "We have a luxury custom van. Mr. Blackwood had it specially ordered for Mrs. Nadine's longer trips.
"It's fully equipped. The front seats are premium comfort, and the back is modeled after first-class airplane cabins. It has a built-in fridge, massage chairs, and a high-end entertainment system. You can sit or recline perfectly."
Stella's eyes lit up. "Really? That's perfect! Let me go ask Grandma if I can borrow it."
It was the ultimate comfort vehicle for seniors—exactly what she needed to transport her mentors.
"Oh? What does my Stella want to borrow?"
Nadine happened to be returning from her walk with Lisa and caught the tail end of the conversation.

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