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

<p>AARGH! The blaring alarm shattered the remnants of my fragile sleep, grating on my already frazzled nerves. I groggily reached over and smacked it off, groaning into my pillow. Stupid thing. My brain was a tangled mess, thanks to the ridiculous thoughts I'd tortured myself with last night. The absurd idea of somehow returning to my past life, of undoing my death—if I'd even died at all. I should have been dreaming about beaches or cake, but no, my brain decided to fixate on existential dilemmas. Brilliant.</p>

<p>The wedding—or whatever this sham was—was scheduled for 7 a.m. Who in their right mind planned something so important at an hour when even birds were still yawning? Oh, right. Aiden. The human ice sculpture with a Rolex where his heart should be.</p>

Late At My Wedding