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

down, staying silent.

table was buzzing non–stop.

new messages in the work chat.

enlarging it, I saw my colleagues egging on Cecilia to have a love shot with

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

bizarre lighting, Hogan’s face was hidden in shadow, his emotions

Cecilia’s glass and whispered something

their words lost, but Cecilia’s bashful expression told me Hogan must have sweet–talked

the server asked cautiously, snapping me out of

moment’s thought replied, “Could I get a bottle of

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help from Romanée–Conti, I slept

at the estate’s

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

into

were sweet and juicy, top–notch stuff.

a basket back for my uncle.