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

I froze, the glass of juice halfway to my lips, as Aiden's sharp question hung in the air. My mind scrambled to recall where I might have put the ring. Panic set in as I stared at my now very naked ring finger. No way, I didn't lose it... did I?

"Well?" Aiden prompted, leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed. His casual appearance in that white t-shirt and grey sweatpants should have made him look approachable, even human, but the cold, calculating glare he leveled at me was straight out of his robotic-suit-wearing repertoire.

"Uhhh..." I began eloquently, my brain spinning like a hamster on a wheel. "It's... safe?"

"On my finger?" I tried weakly, holding up my bare hand for him to see.

"Clearly not." His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made me want to bolt from the room.

Missing Ring