Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 52

Wallis clammed up.

I glanced at the clock and prodded, “The party’s about to kick off, let’s get a move on.”

Wallis rolled her eyes at me. “Do I look like the type to ditch my friends for some eye candy?”

On the way there, she’d filled me in on Honto Abbey’s strict criteria for hiring waitstaff, nearly as picky as a host club scouting for new talent.

All I could do was pout, “Come on, make sure you post it in the group chat. I wanna live vicariously through you!”

Wallis took the hint and didn’t push further.

By 7 PM, the work group chat started buzzing with updates from the party. After skimming through, I set my phone aside.

In the midst of half–sleep, I was roused by a knock at the door.

It was a server from the estate bringing me food.

A three–dish spread with a soup, including my favorite ketchup spaghetti.

Surprised, I asked, “Who ordered this?”

server politely replied, “A Miss Irwin arranged it.”

down, staying

phone on the table was

saw over two hundred new messages in the work chat.

my colleagues egging on Cecilia

video, Cecilia, shyly holding up her glass, looked at Hogan with,eyes full

Hogan’s face was hidden in

next second, he took Cecilia’s glass and whispered something in her

words lost, but Cecilia’s bashful expression told

the meal?” the server asked cautiously, snapping me

a moment’s thought replied, “Could I

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little help from Romanée–Conti, I slept like a log that

morning. I joined the gang at the estate’s organic farm for

host was generous, allowing us to eat our fill

into the strawberry patch.

were sweet and juicy,

basket back for my