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

“I just thought that… Ah, never mind. Forget I

would at least take her to somewhere much pricier than

she said about not being particular about

feeling and after ordering

the menu

long

first spoonful,

the chef had a knack to

stronger, as

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

How is this possible?

Vinson. “Have I been here before?” she asked Vinson

a tender smile

do you know?”

astonishment growing,

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

felt her nose twinge. Gazing at the food before her, she felt an old forgotten sense of warmth creeping up her heart.

when they arrived. “What about the name of the