Later that week, we're at the park for lunch again.

I wipe my mouth, tossing the napkin. "I wanted to discuss something, but I've been hesitant to mention it."

"Go on…"

I shift toward her. "I adore the new ceremony plans, but I worry you might be disappointed if you regain your memory. Like the dress and venue. You raved about those things before."

She bobs her head, thoughtful. "I loved the other dress, but not for a backyard wedding. And the venue isn't available anymore. Those things won't change if I remember."

"Valid point," I tilt my head, conceding.