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

once more. “I just thought that… Ah,

your husband well enough,” Arielle thought that he would at least take her to somewhere much pricier than this. She

what she said about not being

dismissed the peculiar feeling and after ordering her meal, she passed the menu to

off several items on the

take long for

the very first spoonful, Arielle

did not think much of it. She simply thought that the chef

bite, the sense of familiarity became stronger, as though it was food that she had had many

diminish but became more overwhelming. It was as if

How is this possible?

I been here before?” she asked Vinson in

nodded a

do you know?”

astonishment growing,

photo of you taken by the paparazzi of your mother bringing you here. It seemed that you were brought here more than once. I thought

her nose twinge. Gazing at the food before her, she felt an old forgotten sense of warmth creeping up her heart. It was as though her mother had brought

suddenly recalled the first instance of her surprise when they arrived. “What about the name of