Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 1106

Some memories, though distant, would stay in the heart forever, especially the painful ones, which were full of regrets.

Molly stood on the street across the cafe which she had visited the day before. She wasn't sure about her next move—should she go in or walk away? Brian's words rang in her ear. What she was really concerned about wasn't that her corneas had been donated to Becky, but the entire thing planned by Bri. She thought it might mean that Brian cared for Becky more. Now that she knew everything, she wasn't really angry anymore, and her hatred for Becky had diminished.

Just as Brian had said, she and Becky were blood kins after all. Even though neither of them liked to admit this truth, even though everything had been a mistake from the very beginning, no one could erase this bond.

Eventually, Molly walked towards the cafe. She pushed the European-style glass door open. A waitress walked to her and greeted her.

It was still pretty early in the day, so there weren't many people inside. She looked around and saw that she was the first customer. The waiters and waitresses were still preparing the tables and cleaning the floor.

"Are you here alone, Madam?" a waitress asked Molly, who was glancing around. "We are just about to open for the day. Would you like a seat next to the window?"

"I'll take that table." Molly pointed to the table where she sat yesterday and walked to it. "I would like a cup of mokka and a set of tiramisu."

"All right. Please wait for a short while," the waitress said with a warm smile. After a few minutes, she returned with the coffee and tiramisu.

"Is there a person named Becky working here?" Molly inquired after the waitress had served the food.

"Yes, Madam. Do you know Becky?" the waitress asked back. When she saw Molly's slight nod, she continued, "Becky isn't here yet. She will come in for work at 11 am."

Molly nodded again. "I'll wait for her here."

"Okay." Confused and surprised, the waitress walked away from the table. As far as she could remember, ever since Becky had started working at the cafe, no one had ever come looking for her. It was like she had no connection here, and no one ever called or texted her, either. So, who this woman was? And who she was to Becky?

"Miranda, is that customer looking for Becky?" a young girl behind the counter asked curiously. She looked like she was barely in her twenties.

Miranda nodded. "Yeah.

She was sitting there yesterday as well...I think." The girl inclined her head towards Miranda. "Becky came in just about five minutes after she had left."

Miranda automatically turned to look at Molly. She murmured, "She is dressed in expensive designer clothes. Everything about her yells high class society. What does someone like her have to do with Becky? She is not here to mess with Becky, is she?"

"Probably not," said the girl behind the counter. "She seems friendly. Plus, Becky is such a nice person. Who would ever want to mess with her?"