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

Up until midnight—and still, he didn't show.

I didn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed. On one hand, it meant I wouldn't have to deal with his sharp, knowing gaze, or worse—him asking me any suspicious questions. On the other hand… why the hell was I even waiting for him?

Ugh. Stupid Aiden. Stupid past life nonsense. Stupid Liz. He could stay at the damn hospital with her all night for all I cared. It's not like I was losing sleep over it. Nope. Not at all.

I sighed, finally giving up and heading to our room. But when I saw the big, stupid, comfortable bed we shared, I scowled. I wasn't sleeping there. Not when I was this mad.

So what did I do? I grabbed a pillow, stomped over to the couch, and plopped down dramatically.

Midnight Call