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?”

politely replied, “A Miss Irwin

down, staying

on the table was

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

on

up her glass, looked at Hogan with,eyes full of

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

second, he took Cecilia’s glass

Cecilia’s bashful expression told me Hogan must have sweet–talked her.

there something wrong with the meal?” the server asked cautiously, snapping me out of my

I get a bottle of

1/2

10-02

from Romanée–Conti, I

at the estate’s organic farm for a picking

was a wide variety of fruits and veggies, and the host was generous, allowing us to eat our fill and take two baskets each when we

dragged me into the

sweet and juicy, top–notch

planned to take a basket back for my