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?"

early, and my mom has

to drop out of school and start working odd jobs,"

is so good, can you tell me which of these two was the person who came to your shop that night?" Mona pointed to both

her clear, bright eyes landed on

the girl said, pointing

lips curved into a smile. "Good.

reliable. I'm certain I

what she ordered

she already knew the answer. The atmosphere felt odd, as if the drink in question held

finally answered, "A freshly blended hot drink with

so clearly. "You're lying! I only ordered banana. I didn't ask for mango. You serve so many

the matter would

remember it very clearly. It

just started mine, and you were the third customer I served that night. At first, you asked for banana juice. I said okay. But then you

have to encounter someone with such a sharp memory? Not only did the girl remember her, but she

was something you added yourself. You must be remembering

reached past your knees. Inside, you

outfit in such detail. How could I possibly forget what you ordered? Besides, we always prepare drinks according to the customer's requests. If you asked for banana, why would I add mango on my own? We'd get in trouble with the boss for doing such a

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

that outfit that

every detail of Gemma's clothes, how could she possibly