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 arranged it.”

looked down, staying

the table was buzzing non–stop.

saw over two hundred new messages in the work

I saw my colleagues egging on Cecilia

at Hogan with,eyes full of emotion and

face was hidden in shadow, his emotions

glass and whispered

but Cecilia’s bashful expression told me Hogan must

something wrong with the meal?” the server asked cautiously,

moment’s thought replied, “Could I

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

joined the gang at the estate’s organic farm for

was a wide variety of fruits and veggies, and the host was generous, allowing us to

dragged me into the strawberry

were sweet and juicy, top–notch stuff.

to take a basket back for my uncle.