Chapter 64
- Fiona’s POV
- “Here’s the order for table 22.” A pasty faced, aggressive staff said sharply, sliding tray of food steaming hot.
- I automatically took the tray without thinking, marching out front when a thought flashed my mind. I turned to the aggressive older lady with an apologetic smile. “Could you please point at the table? I’m yet to—” but the rude cow had already walked off before I could finish.