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

Unbelievable. If this is what life with her is going to be like, I might need to stock up on patience—and alcohol. For Christ's sake, couldn't she survive a few hours without food? But no, her insufferable stomach had to humiliate me in front of the judge, the Black brothers, and God knows who else.

When the judge said, "You may kiss the bride," I was so furious I briefly entertained the idea of biting her lip clean off. It would've served her right. But, alas, self-control prevailed. I opted for the lightest, most businesslike brush of my lips against hers—just enough to satisfy the judge and avoid headlines like "Aiden Timberlake Refuses to Kiss Wife at Wedding."

The brothers didn't help. Their obnoxious hooting and hollering made it feel less like a wedding and more like a frat party. God help me, why were they even here? I only needed two witnesses, not a traveling circus.

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