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

down, staying silent.

the table

messages in the work

it, I saw my colleagues egging on Cecilia to

video, Cecilia, shyly holding up her glass, looked at Hogan with,eyes full of emotion and asked, “Is it

Hogan’s face was hidden in shadow, his emotions unreadable.

second, he took Cecilia’s glass and whispered something

bashful expression told me Hogan

server asked cautiously, snapping me out of

thought replied, “Could I get a bottle

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

the estate’s organic

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

into the

tried one; they were sweet

to take a basket back