Chapter 133 Aspiring Waitress

• ELOISE
• “Please,” I said, trying to sound like I wasn’t begging, but I totally was. “I make a really good waitress.”
• The woman behind the counter gave me a once-over, her nose wrinkling like I reeked of poverty. “And yet you still aren’t a high school graduate,” she sneered, pearls the size of jawbreakers strung around her neck like they gave her the right to judge me. “We don’t accept the likes of you in here.”