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

After that little banter with Alexia, she finally shut up. Though, knowing her, she was probably scheming some way to get back at me. I'd have to stay on guard—her pinches still hurt. Seriously, where does she get that strength? She'd better not try that again.

I focused on the road, speeding toward the best boutique in town. This stop was necessary; her wardrobe needed an upgrade, and I wasn't about to endure another fiasco like this morning. As I drove, I kept checking my rearview mirror, scanning for any lingering paparazzi.

I hate those pests. They're like flies—always buzzing around, feeding off scraps of drama, and refusing to go away until you squash them. If I weren't so used to this lifestyle, I'd probably lose it. They didn't just follow you; they hounded you, desperate to capture any moment they could twist into a headline.

The Shopping Circus