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

Where the hell was Tobias? He should've been done by now. I glanced at my watch, annoyed. My day was already packed, and I didn't have time to sit and wait for my assistant. Finishing the minutes for the earlier meeting, I called in my secretary. Since Tobias was still tangled up in God-knows-what, I instructed her to cancel the rest of my less important appointments.

The main reason I came into the office today had already been handled, and the rest could wait. Now, it was time for the next item on my agenda: the jewelry store.

No, I wasn't there to buy a gift for that headache of a fiancée. Let's not get carried away. This trip was purely transactional. I needed an engagement ring.

Wearing My Clothes!