A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Maureen…

Maureen Moore…

Isn’t that Mom‘s name?

“What are you standing there for? Go on!” Vinson said, interrupting her stunned reverie as he gave her a little shove from behind.

Arielle entered the restaurant without comment, dismissing the naming as a coincidence.

It was only eleven in the morning, the restaurant was nearly empty as it was not lunchtime.

Arielle glanced around and thought the decor to be expansive and simplistic. Though it looked good, she found nothing special about it aside from the name

Arielle sat across from Vinson without a word. She did not speak until Vinson started browsing the menu. “What is special about this restaurant?”

“Why? Is it not good enough?’ Vinson asked, glancing up at her.

“No, I don’t have many demands about that.” She shook her head. “I just thought that you would bring me to an exotic restaurant that was difficult to make reservations.”

“You like foreign food?” Vinson asked, his eyebrows raised

just thought that… Ah, never

Vinson had said “You don’t know your husband well enough,” Arielle thought that he would at least take her to somewhere much pricier than this. She did not expect

what she said about not

after ordering her meal, she passed the

items on the

long for the

first spoonful, Arielle detected a

of it. She simply thought that the chef had a knack to cater to

familiarity became stronger, as

Arielle tasted a different dish. The sense of familiarity did not only diminish but became more overwhelming. It was as if

How is this possible?

been here before?”

you have.” Vinson nodded a tender smile spreading across his

do you know?” Arielle demanded,

astonishment growing,

articles regarding your mother. There was an old photo of you taken by the paparazzi of your

felt an old forgotten sense of warmth creeping up her heart. It

of her surprise when they arrived.