A Beauty With Multiple Masks

Chapter 283

A Beauty With Multiple Masks Chapter 283

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.”

Vinson asked, his eyebrows

head once more. “I just thought

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

about not being particular

peculiar feeling and after ordering her

ticked off several items on the menu

not take long for

the very first spoonful, Arielle detected a familiar

much of it. She simply thought that the chef had a

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

disbelief, Arielle tasted a different dish. The sense of familiarity did not only diminish but became more overwhelming. It was as if she had been

How is this possible?

I been here before?” she asked Vinson in

Vinson nodded a tender smile spreading across his

you know?” Arielle demanded,

astonishment growing,

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

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

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