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

Damn, I was furious. Not just irritated—full-blown, blood-boiling, vein-popping angry. Of all the days for her to take her sweet time, it had to be today—our wedding day. Our wedding day. A legally binding ceremony that was supposed to cement the deal we had agreed upon.

And yet here we were, at 7:20 AM, still trying to leave the house.

I had checked on her at 5 AM—5 AM!—to make sure she was awake. She told William that she would be done in a minute when I sent for her I should've known better. That "a minute" had turned into two hours of who-knows-what. Makeup? Hair? Staring at the ceiling while contemplating her life choices? I didn't care. All I knew was that we were now running embarrassingly late, and I was dragging her out of the house like a petulant child who didn't want to go to school.

Late At My Wedding(II)