lucy_mumbua

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.

Alexia POV:
Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.

When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the "accidental" brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say "unpaid rent."

Spoilt Princess Reincarnate As a Waitress

The waiter appeared out of nowhere, hovering at the edge of our table. "Good afternoon, sir, ma'am. Would you care to order?"

I glanced at the menu he handed me and immediately regretted it.

Who the hell pays this much for a salad?!

"What would you recommend?" I asked, keeping my cool while clutching the menu as though it might explode.

The waiter blinked. "Perhaps the duck confit or the wagyu steak—"

"Water," I interrupted quickly. "Just water for now."

The waiter hesitated, then nodded politely before turning to Mr. Almond Milk. "And for you, sir?"

He didn't even look at the menu. "The usual."

Of course, he has a 'usual.'

Once the waiter disappeared, I looked at him, narrowing my eyes. "So, what's this about? You don't strike me as the kind of guy who takes random strangers to lunch."

Chapter 14:Permission Granted