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

somewhere much pricier than this. She

about not being particular about what she

and after ordering her meal, she

the menu for himself

did not take long for the food

spoonful, Arielle detected

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

stronger, as though

not only diminish but became more overwhelming. It was as if she had been here once

How is this possible?

I been here

a tender smile spreading

you know?” Arielle demanded,

astonishment growing,

investigated old articles regarding your 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

sense of warmth

when they