Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 818

Marguerite affectionately ruffled Margot's hair as the waiter swiftly cleared away the previous dishes, politely asking Marguerite if she'd like to order anything else.

Margot beamed, her little face lighting up. "Pretty lady, I want chicken wings! Chicken wings, chicken wings!" she chirped, pointing mischievously at Marguerite. "She's paying!"

The waiter and Marguerite chuckled, but Silas gently tapped Margot on the nose, reminding her, "Margot, it's not polite to let a lady pay."

The little one blinked her big eyes innocently. "But this is Ms. Marguerite's restaurant, Daddy! She won't let you pay!"

Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she quickly turned her face back to Marguerite. "Ms. Marguerite, our names both have 'Marg' in them. Isn't that funny?"

Marguerite looked at the little girl's chubby, cherubic face, feeling her heart melt.

With a playful tweak of her chin, Marguerite laughed, "Yes, what a coincidence. Who named you?"

"No one, I named myself!" Margot declared with the candidness only kids possess, making Marguerite laugh again.

Who ever heard of a child naming themselves at birth? But then again, whose child was she?

Violet was only twenty-one now, barely seventeen three years ago. It couldn't be her.

Silas had never mentioned Margot's mother, leaving Marguerite a bit puzzled.

Soon, a plate of chicken wings was set in front of the eager little girl, complete with a variety like honey barbecue and spicy buffalo, though she always favored the honey barbecue.

The sticky orange sauce turned her face into a cute, messy little masterpiece.

Marguerite gently patted her head. "You really like honey barbecue wings, don't you?"

Margot nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, yes, I love them! Do you like them too, Ms. Marguerite?"

Marguerite smiled softly but didn't reply.

She wasn't particularly fond of wings, but Teresa loved them. There was always a plate of wings at every meal, and she never seemed to tire of them, enjoying every bite with a contentment that was infectious.

Just like Margot right now.