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

her head once more. “I just

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 said about not being particular about

feeling and after ordering her meal,

several items on the menu for

did not take long

spoonful, Arielle detected

She simply thought that the chef had a knack to cater to

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

The sense of familiarity did not only diminish but became more overwhelming. It

How is this possible?

I been here

a tender

do you know?” Arielle

astonishment growing,

by the paparazzi of your mother

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

surprise when