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

know your husband well enough,” Arielle thought that he would at least take her to somewhere much pricier than this. She did not expect to be

what she said about not

ordering her

several items on the menu for himself before summoning

did not take long for the food

spoonful, Arielle detected

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

became stronger, as though it was food that she had

of familiarity did not only diminish but

How is this possible?

Vinson. “Have I been

Vinson nodded a tender smile spreading across

know?” Arielle demanded,

astonishment growing,

your mother. There was an old photo of you taken by the paparazzi of your mother bringing you here. It seemed that

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

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