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 arranged

down, staying silent.

phone on the table was

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

my colleagues egging on Cecilia to have a love

looked at Hogan with,eyes full of emotion

Hogan’s face was hidden in shadow, his emotions

glass and

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

the meal?” the server asked

and after a 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 a log that night.

next morning. I joined the gang at the estate’s organic farm for a picking activity.

generous, allowing us to eat our fill and take two baskets each when we

dragged me into the

tried one; they were sweet and juicy, top–notch

a basket back for my uncle.