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

I saw her the second she stepped out of the school gates.

She looked flustered, her cheeks slightly pink, her lips parted as if she'd just been caught doing something she shouldn't. And that—that alone—was enough to make my blood heat up.

I leaned against my car, watching as she scanned the area, clearly distracted. When her gaze finally landed on me, she froze for a second, and I caught the subtle way she straightened her posture, like she had to compose herself before walking over.

The moment she reached me, I tilted my head, studying her. "Why are you so flustered?"

Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly masked it. "I'm not."

Falling For Her