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?”

replied, “A Miss Irwin

down, staying silent.

table was buzzing non–stop.

and saw over two hundred new messages in the work chat. I casually

I saw my colleagues egging on Cecilia to have a

her glass, looked at Hogan with,eyes full of emotion and asked, “Is it okay

bizarre lighting, Hogan’s face was hidden in shadow, his

second, he took Cecilia’s glass

words lost, but Cecilia’s bashful

meal?” the server asked cautiously,

moment’s thought replied, “Could I get a bottle of red wine? The priciest

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little help from Romanée–Conti, I slept like

I joined the gang at the estate’s organic farm for a

and veggies, and the host was generous, allowing us to eat

dragged me into the strawberry

they were sweet and juicy, top–notch stuff.

to take a basket back for my