Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The secretary quickly brought the person in. Gemma immediately recognized her-it was the same waitress from Christmas Eve.

She forced herself to stay calm. Just because she recognized the girl didn't mean the girl would recognize her. After all, the waitress served countless customers daily. How could she possibly remember each one?

Even as she reassured herself, her fingers clenched tightly, refusing to relax, and her brows furrowed under a heavy cloud of worry.

The young woman looked to be in her early twenties, not much younger than them. It was clear that she was nervous, stepping into such a large company for the first time.

"Um... may I ask why you called me here?" she asked hesitantly.

Mona glanced at her. "We apologize for calling you over so suddenly, but something happened, and it's related to the hot drink served on Christmas Eve. We were hoping you could help us shed some light on it."

"Help you? Me?" The girl seemed puzzled. She couldn't imagine how a waitress like herself could be of any help.

"Yes," Mona confirmed. "You don't have to do much. Just tell us what happened that night. How's your memory?"

The girl's face lit up with a touch of pride, her red lips curving into a smile. "Other things I can't guarantee, but my memory is excellent. I was top of my class in school because of it. I never forgot anything the teacher said. But..."

Her voice trailed off, and her expression dimmed.

"But what?"

mom has been bedridden for

had to drop out of school and start

good, can you tell me which of these two was

her clear, bright eyes landed on Gemma,

girl said, pointing directly at Gemma without

lips curved into a smile. "Good.

memory is always reliable. I'm certain I haven't seen

she ordered that

knew the answer. The atmosphere

she finally answered, "A freshly blended hot drink with

She hadn't expected the girl to remember so clearly. "You're lying! I only ordered banana. I

being wrong, the matter would blow over, and

not lying. It was Christmas Eve, and I remember it very clearly. It snowed heavily that night, and it was already late. There

and you were the third customer I served that night. At first, you asked for banana juice. I said okay. But then you hesitated for a few seconds and told me to add mango. I agreed. Then you asked me to add milk

Why did she have to encounter someone with such a sharp memory? Not only did

said banana juice. The mango was something you added yourself. You must be remembering it wrong," Gemma

girl countered. "That night, you had your hair down and wore a black overcoat that reached past your knees. Inside, you had on a beige turtleneck sweater,

customer's requests. If you asked for banana, why would

every detail of Gemma's appearance that night. Gemma was stunned

Gemma wore exactly that outfit that day. Not just me-everyone else in the office

the girl can remember every detail of Gemma's clothes, how