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

Yes, this union is definitely not working for me. Alexia was supposed to frustrate my stepmom and siblings, not me. How the hell am I supposed to handle this? First off, who the hell sleeps until 10 and still has the audacity to want more sleep? It's not like she was up all night doing anything important.

And let's not even get started on her... fashion choices. She wears an old, wrinkled SpongeBob pajama set that looks like it's been through multiple apocalypses. Honestly, I thought buying her the dress would be a step in the right direction. Well, technically, my assistant Tobias bought it, but it was under my orders, so the credit still counts.

When she came downstairs in the dress, I'll admit it—I was surprised. She looked... wow. Beautiful, even. I didn't think she could clean up that well, but apparently, she can. For a brief moment, I thought I'd done something right.

Going Out (II)