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 stupid jerk lied. I know I didn't pee on myself. No matter how drunk I was, there were some things I just wouldn't do. And I remember—vividly, unfortunately—doing it on the side of the road. Not that it was any less humiliating, but at least it wasn't on me. Ugh. The whole thing was disgusting and mortifying, but it was miles better than his exaggerated, smug version of events.

With him gone—and thank God for that—I did what any self-respecting woman in my position would do: I explored.

First off, let's get one thing straight: the guy is definitely loaded. And I'm not just talking "nice car and a decent salary" kind of rich. No, this was another level of wealth. The kind where even the doorknobs probably cost more than my entire apartment. Honestly, apart from his irritating face and god-awful attitude, I think I could maybe survive living here.

Snooping Around