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?"

situation was bad. My dad passed away early, and my mom has been bedridden for years. I also have a younger

and start working

which of these two was the person who came to your shop that night?" Mona pointed

When her clear, bright eyes landed

said, pointing directly at Gemma

into a smile. "Good. You're not

My memory is always reliable. I'm certain I haven't seen the other lady before," the girl replied

she ordered that night?"

though in truth, she already knew the answer. The atmosphere felt odd, as if the drink in

she finally

girl to remember so clearly. "You're lying! I only ordered

waitress admitted to being wrong, the matter would blow over,

"I'm not lying. It was Christmas Eve, and I remember it very clearly. It snowed heavily that night, and it was already late. There were hardly any people on the

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 as

such a sharp memory? Not only

you added yourself. You must be

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

drinks according to the customer's requests. If you asked for banana,

of Gemma's appearance that night. Gemma was stunned into silence. She had met her

interjected, "I can vouch that Gemma wore exactly that outfit that day. Not just me-everyone else

remember every detail of Gemma's