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

looked down, staying silent.

phone on the table was buzzing

new messages in the work chat. I casually scrolled through and my eyes landed on a video.

I saw my colleagues egging on Cecilia to have a love shot with Hogan.

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

Hogan’s face was hidden in shadow, his emotions

second, he took Cecilia’s glass and whispered

but Cecilia’s bashful expression told me Hogan must have

with the meal?” the server asked cautiously,

a moment’s thought replied, “Could I get a bottle of red

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10-02

a little help from Romanée–Conti, I

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

of fruits and veggies, and the host was generous, allowing us to eat our fill and take two baskets each

dragged me into the strawberry patch.

were sweet and juicy,

basket