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

<p>Waking up in a soft, expansive bed surrounded by pristine, luxurious bedding, I couldn't help but think for a moment that I had slipped into some kind of dream. The room I found myself in was far too grand to be real—huge, lavishly decorated, and designed with a taste that screamed wealth. The colors were a mixture of rich golds and royal blues, everything dripped with a sense of power and luxury. It felt like I had stepped into a life I'd only heard about but never actually lived. Maybe I had somehow returned to the my past?</p>

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