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 my delicious dinner—which, let's be honest, I barely tasted because I was too busy berating myself—I sat there, stewing in my own thoughts.

I should have acted like nothing happened.

I should have been cool, detached, unbothered—like Aiden. He had walked in here, looked me dead in the face, and carried on like today was just another Tuesday. Meanwhile, here I was, losing my damn mind.

Of course, he wasn't affected. He was used to this.

Because if I was going to suffer through this mess, I was at least going to do it with sugar in my system.

I stood up, marched to the kitchen, and grabbed the biggest scoop I could find. If I couldn't control my emotions, at least I could control how much dessert I ate.

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