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?”

“A

looked down, staying silent.

table was

messages in the work

colleagues egging on Cecilia to have a love shot

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

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

took Cecilia’s glass and whispered something in her ear.

their words lost, but Cecilia’s bashful expression told

server asked cautiously, snapping

glanced at the food and after a moment’s thought replied, “Could I get a

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I

gang at the estate’s organic farm for

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

me into the

tried one; they were sweet

take a basket back