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 buzzed Tobias without lifting my head from the stack of reports I wasn't really reading.

"Make sure she's ready. Presentable," I said, my voice a low, cold command. "Get her something appropriate to wear. Classy. Nothing cheap."

I drummed my fingers against the desk, each tap sharper than the last.

"And Tobias," I added before he could scurry off, "don't take her out of the house. Bring the goddamn stylist to her. Hair, makeup, the works. I don't care what it costs. She needs to look the part."

"Understood, sir," he said quickly.

Smart man. He didn't question the order, didn't ask why I was treating her like a porcelain doll to be repainted after I shattered her only hours before.

He was back within forty minutes with one of the black cars we used for events. I didn't look up when he informed me everything was done—that she was ready.

Two Monsters Locked In A Dance Of Pretense