Chapter 959: Stunning Debut

Besse had no intention of hurting Doyle. She appreciated his kindness, yet felt strangely detached from him.

Three years earlier, she awoke in intensive care, and Doyle was the first person she saw. She knew neither him nor anyone else; her memory was completely blank. Doyle explained they were engaged, childhood sweethearts with shared dreams. He told her her name was Besse and a car accident had left her bedridden for nearly a year, resulting in amnesia. Everything felt unfamiliar.

Besse suspected there was more to it than simple memory loss. She couldn't shake the feeling she wasn't the woman Doyle described.

He showed her pictures from before the accident. Although they were identical, something about the face frightened her; it didn't feel like hers.

Besse hoped her doubts would be resolved as her memory returned. But three years passed without progress. Life continued as Doyle described it. She'd become Karami's designer, a role that felt natural despite her amnesia.

"Besse," Doyle said, his gaze filled with affection, "don't keep me waiting too long, okay?"

Besse hesitated, reflecting on his unwavering support. Though usually uncaring towards others' emotions, he treated her with exceptional gentleness, as if she were fragile. She was touched, yet hesitant about their relationship; an inner resistance persisted.

"Okay," she replied.

Three years had solidified their life together. If memories were to return, they would have by now. Besse gave herself six more months. If things remained unchanged, she'd let go of the past and focus on the present and future, as Doyle suggested.

Doyle's smile broadened at her agreement to marry him. Her previous refusals had been immediate and unwavering; this time, her tone was different.

He cradled her face, kissing her forehead gently, as if she were a precious treasure. She shouldn't have doubted his feelings, or questioned her own.

"Mr. George, Miss Besse, it's your turn," a staff member announced respectfully.

Besse nodded, rising from the makeup table. Doyle held her hand tightly as they left the dressing room and headed towards the runway.

After the models finished, the eagerly anticipated moment arrived: Karami's chief designers' global debut.

Besse remained nervous, despite attending numerous fashion shows—shows she'd always left halfway through, never stepping onto the stage. This debut amplified her anxiety. She disliked this aspect, knowing Doyle was disappointed by her previous early departures, though he never showed it.

A deep breath calmed her slightly; holding Doyle's hand eased her anxiety further. "Don't worry," he reassured her, "I'm here."

A smile touched Besse's lips. Whenever she felt lost or scared, Doyle was there, making things right.

"I'm not afraid when you're here," she said gratefully. Doyle smiled wider. He longed to kiss her, but their names were announced, signaling their entrance.

He suppressed his impulse and led her to center stage, where the audience eagerly awaited Karami's chief designers.

They expected the designers to remain unseen, as before. Instead, they were surprised.

A strikingly handsome man and a captivating woman walked onto the stage, bathed in light. Without the introduction, they could have easily been mistaken for models—more impressive ones, at that. They possessed a blend of Western and Eastern features, an exotic allure.

Thunderous applause erupted. The show reached its peak.

"That's the woman I saw last time! She's Karami's designer?!" Susan exclaimed.

"Met her before?" Manuel asked, surprised.

"Yes! With Sal and Una. We bumped into her at a restaurant. Remember, I said she looked like Hannah?" Susan's excitement made her words tumble.

Manuel frowned, studying them. He saw only vague similarities, perhaps in their aura.

"She's not Hannah," he said.

"I know," Susan replied, slightly annoyed.

"If I'd known, I'd have talked to her," Susan muttered.

Manuel showed no interest in networking with fashion leaders, but he accompanied Susan.

Then, his eyes widened as Doyle and Besse elegantly took their bows, exiting hand-in-hand.

He stared at Besse's silhouette, understanding Susan's remark. From behind, they were identical. It felt like Hannah herself stood before him.

He glanced at Oscar, wondering if his cousin had noticed.