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

head once more. “I just thought that… Ah,

don’t 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 brought to a place where an entire family can get full for the

said about not being

and after ordering her meal, she passed

the menu for

did not take long for the

spoonful,

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

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

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

How is this possible?

“Have I been here before?”

have.” Vinson nodded a tender smile spreading

do you know?”

astonishment growing,

wiped his mouth with a napkin before responding, “I’ve 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

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

her surprise when they arrived. “What about