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, never mind.

pricier than this. She did not expect to be brought to a place where an entire family can get full for the

about

feeling and after ordering her meal, she passed the menu

ticked off several items on the

not take long for the food

the very first spoonful,

did not think much of it. She simply thought that the chef had a knack to cater to the

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

The sense of familiarity did not only diminish but became more overwhelming. It was as if she had

How is this possible?

at Vinson. “Have I been here before?”

Vinson nodded a tender smile spreading across

do you know?” Arielle demanded,

astonishment growing,

mother. There was an old 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 you

her, she felt an old forgotten sense of warmth creeping up her heart. It was as though her mother had brought her

of her surprise when