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 mortifying day of shopping, all I needed was food to erase the horrors of overpriced shoes, gowns, and—ugh—lingerie. Why was Aiden so obsessed with being controlling? The man had practically picked out my entire wardrobe. And when he wasn't choosing, he was dragging me around like some kind of designer-clad puppet.

As my stomach let out another dramatic growl, I turned to him, scowling. "I'm starving," I said, clutching my stomach for effect.

He gave me one of those looks. You know the ones. The raised eyebrow, the slight smirk, the condescending 'are you serious?' expression. "You had enough pancakes to supply a bakery this morning," he said.

"That was hours ago!" I snapped.

"Two hours," he corrected, his voice laced with irritation.

"It feels like a lifetime," I countered, throwing in a theatrical sigh. "Are you trying to starve me?"

Over Indulgence