I was frozen in place as I stared at the man in front of me. He still looked like the same handsome man I fell in love with, but his face looked more stern. He stared at me with wide eyes just as I did. I noticed he’s wearing a chef’s whites and on his left breast, it says Chef Marco. Is it possible that the same arrogant restaurant owner Eric has been working for for the past months is Marco?
Marco: “Krista..”
As I heard him calling my name, I moved back and walked past him. I didn’t look back to see if he followed me and went straight to the table where Eric was waiting. He must have noticed that I looked stunned.
Eric: “Hey are you okay? Your face looks so pale. Did something happen?”
I looked at Eric wondering if I should tell him about what I saw. My instinct tells me to make a ru
