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

Evening came faster than I expected, and before I could even think of an excuse to get out of it, Lucy was already dragging me toward Professor Sinclair's office.

"Lucy, stop pulling me like a damn hostage!" I hissed, trying to yank my wrist free.

She rolled her eyes but didn't let go. "Oh, please. If I don't do this, you'll chicken out and run home to sulk over Aiden instead of dealing with the very attractive problem in front of you."

I groaned. "There is no problem."

Lucy stopped and gave me a deadpan look. "Right. Then why are your hands sweaty?"

I quickly wiped them on my jeans and glared at her. "It's hot."

"Uh-huh." She smirked. "You know, for someone who claims not to be flustered, you sure do look like a nervous wreck."

I huffed. "I just don't want things to be awkward."

Professor Sinclair’s Office