Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 263: "Of course," Maia answered casually, her face giving nothing away.

Pattie scowled. "You're joking, right? You're not really thinking of crashing the party, are you?"

Maia's lips curled into a faint smile, a cold gleam in her eyes. "She's getting married. Naturally, I have to prepare a very special gift for them!"

The private room was finally ready, and Maia and Pattie walked into the restaurant, taking their seats. The restaurant was well-known, and the service was top-notch. The waiter placed an hourglass on the table, a signature feature of the place-if the sand ran out before the food arrived, the meal was free. Pattie ordered a few of the restaurant's special dishes along with two glasses of juice.

While waiting, she complained about Rosanna at least five times, insisting that just seeing her had completely spoiled her appetite. Maia noticed no hint of irritation in Pattie's demeanor.

Soon, they changed the subject.

Pattie took a sip of her juice. "I have to admit, this fresh juice is excellent! If the cuisine is as delicious, should we invest in this restaurant ourselves? That way, we wouldn't have to wait in line and could come whenever we want."

"Sounds good," Maia replied with a smile, taking a sip of her own.

The juice was definitely good, but Maia couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. It wasn't about Rosanna; it was about Chris.

Thinking about the events of last night, Maia took a deep breath and looked at Pattie, hesitating for a moment before speaking. "Pattie, I have a question I'd like to ask you."

Pattie raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "Well, this is a first. You actually want to ask me something? Go ahead!"

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Maia held her juice cup, usually calm and detached, but now she seemed uncertain. This piqued Pattie's curiosity, and she blinked, waiting for Maia to continue.

"How can I tell if I've slept with a man while unconscious?"

Pattie's hand trembled at the question, almost spilling her juice!

"What did you just say?" Pattie's eyes grew wide, her gaze fixed on Maia as if she were conducting an interrogation. Her voice rose sharply. "Maia, did you sleep with a guy? Who took the initiative? Was it at that karaoke place? Oh my God, that explains why you didn't pick up your phone last night! What's his name? How old is he? Is he good-looking? Does he have money? What does he do for a living? How many are there in his family? What's his physique like? What's his personality?

Is he gentle and reserved, or passionate and unrestrained? You didn't think to introduce him to me? That's really impolite! Give him a call now, and invite him to dinner. The food's not even here yet!"

Maia's temple began to throb. What started as a simple question had escalated into a relentless grilling. Pattie was examining her as if she were a suspect on the stand, with the intensity mounting by the moment.

Was it necessary for her to be this dramatic?

Onlookers at nearby tables started to peek over curiously.

Hastily, Maia put a finger to her lips. "Shh! Keep it down! It's not about me! I'm asking for a friend!"

A friend? Pattie thought skeptically. It was hard to say whether such a friend ever existed or not.

Her eyes narrowing, Pattie asked, "Is that so?"

"Yes, truly!" Maia confirmed with a vigorous nod.

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