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

Arielle thought that he would at least take her to somewhere much pricier than this. She did not expect to be brought to a place where an entire family can

what she said about not being particular about what

peculiar feeling and after ordering her meal, she passed

the menu for himself before

long for the food

first spoonful,

simply thought that the

the sense of familiarity became stronger, as though it

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

How is this possible?

I been here before?” she asked Vinson

you have.” Vinson nodded a tender

you know?” Arielle

astonishment growing,

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

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

first instance of her surprise when they arrived.