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

had 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 did

meant what she said about not

ordering her

the menu for himself before

take long for

first spoonful, Arielle detected

of it. She simply thought that the chef

became stronger, as though it

only diminish but became more overwhelming. It was as if she had been

How is this possible?

gazed at Vinson. “Have I been here

Vinson nodded a tender smile

you know?” Arielle

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

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

surprise when they