Chapter 209
- When I got to the restaurant, I slipped into my waiter's uniform like it was second skin—black pants, crisp white shirt, sleek apron tied perfectly around my waist.
- I adjusted my name tag, fluffed my ponytail, and plastered on my best charming smile. Showtime.
- I’ve grown to love this job more than I thought I would. The restaurant is five-star, classy, and quiet—none of that loud, chaotic fast food energy.