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

shook her head once more. “I just thought that…

Arielle thought that he would at least take her to somewhere much pricier than this. She did not expect to be brought to a place where an entire family

she meant what she said about not being particular about

ordering her meal, she passed

several items on the menu for

take long for the food to

first spoonful, Arielle

think much of it. She simply thought that the

as though

The sense of familiarity did not only diminish but became more

How is this possible?

Vinson. “Have I been here

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

do you know?” Arielle demanded,

astonishment growing,

responding, “I’ve investigated old articles regarding your mother. There was an old photo of you taken by the paparazzi

her, she felt an old forgotten sense of

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