CHAPTER TWO
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We are here Ma'am!
Thank you, paying him. I alighted the cab.
THE RONVELLE NIGHT LIFE (RNL)
Boldly hung on the building, WITH multiple bright lights illuminating the streets.
Standing in front of this building tonight made me realize this might be the only real home I have left, even if every night made my stomach sick, heaving a sigh just as I walked in, the first person I bumped into was Bernice.
“Gurllll, where the heck have you been? Madame is angry," she said, pulling me into the dressing room.
“ Change up quickly. I told Madame that You had a little fever from the rain, and you'll be here soon."
So come on chop chop chop, Bernice smiled at me and I smiled back with a warm hug.
“Thank you”.
She left the room giggling(He-hehe), hurried up, "YOLA"
Typical RNL style Jean pants and a T-SHIRT.
Ronvelle Night Life Embroidered on it.
Straight to cleaning tables and trays.
Humming I could see my reflection from the silver tray. My big brown eyes stared back at me. A smile crossed my lips.
“ I thought they said pretty girls don't stress." I whispered with a faint smile but was quickly pulled back to reality when I heard my name.
Yolanda! I turned back to see Madame's eyes calm but not subtle. Better not be late next time or else there'll be a reduction for a whole week. Yes ma'am I nodded.
“Hey YOLA,” Omar said, smiling at me.
Take these to table 6 and 10, would you?
“yeah sure thing”
Walking through the busy room, I wondered if my life is more scattered than this room or maybe this room just feels better than my life.
With a sigh, a sweet smile flashed across my face.
“Good day, you ordered the Martel. Shall I unlock it for you?
Yes !she said… pouring the drink into each glass i asked.
Would you like anything else?
Yes! “We would also want a bottle of whiskey and vermouth cocktails.”
Alright ma'am, I'll get across to you by taking down the notes I left.
Good day sir!
You ordered the Red Snapper by placing it on the table alongside two wine glasses on a small tray containing napkin towels and a corkscrew.
Is there anything else you'll like me to get you, Sir and Madam! Because they clearly looked like a couple, but what I don't understand is why this man is staring at me like he's under a spell with those dirty eyes. I could feel it hovering around my body, but in all I still had to be at my best.
Get out of here w***e!
You low life b***h.
Cold eyes glared at me, and honestly I couldn't blame her. Anyone would feel humiliated if their partner had behaved the same way, but then again, calling me a w***e is extreme. Almost like I'm to be blamed for the repulsive actions of an individual.
I'm talking to you b***h… The lady voiced at me again.
Yes ma'am I nodded leaving.
Yo! Baby doll for a moment, I prayed that the lady wouldn't come to beat me up as I turned to see who was calling, those same dirty eyes hovering around my body again and this time came with the most disgusting smirk.
Yo Baby doll, do you guys have some food around here?
Spicy wings, gizzard, fried chicken and lamb chops, sir!
I responded with a smile.
We'll have the lamb chops!
Alright sir, I nodded to take my leave, but I could damn feel that woman's eyes shooting bullets at me.
Bernice! I called from a distance, walking towards her. I said, “Could you help me serve lamb chops to table 10?
Yeah, sure what's up! And why do you look miserable? She said, laughing.
Okay, we'll switch places. You'll have to take the next orders from Omar.
Anything to go away from the red-haired woman and her cringe partner, I said, smiling with relief.
Omar, this is a request from table 6, stretching my hands to show him.
Noted YOLA with a smile
Where's Bernice, he asked?
oh! She helped me fill in table 10, I responded.
Mhennn she was meant to take these orders!
Oh! Don't worry, I'll take them for her. Where do these go?
The vermouth and whiskey to table 6
Red wine for table 16 (upstairs)
Thé 1945 Domaine de la Romanée-Conti (DRC).
DRC ,he said yes DRC ! His Indian accent could be heard.
It's one of the most expensive out there ; whoever gets this wine is a multimillionaire, maybe even a billionaire! He chuckled.
It's the Wine for Kings Yola “wiping the bottle so focused and tender.
Anyway, get those orders to table 6 and 16, then come back for the big dog.
Quickly checked my phone. 4am I sighed. What a busy night.
Omar, could you give me water?
If it helps I bring water from home, care for some?
Well, yes I do, I said, reaching for it. I gulped down a little.
Anyway, how's your old man pop's?
He's fine! Is he still drunk?
Is there ever a time he's not drunk? And we both laughed again.
Alright Yola, you'll have to take this upstairs;Table 35!
Yes sir!!!!
Is there ever a time he's not drunk? I repeated sadly, remembering how drunkenness had become my father's constant state. He calls me more w****s than he has ever called my name.
Am I really a w***e?
Did mum really die because of me?
Drowning in thoughts, every step I took up the stairs. No not now, don't cry, none of this is my fault.
Staring at the bottle of wine on the tray.
My thoughts flow endlessly.
Wealthy people spend money on wines and exotic liquor while the poor pray for a quarter of that amount.
It felt like a storm in my mind weakening my feet from the exhaustion of the night, from the weariness of my heart.
Suddenly walking felt like a journey of heaviness, not even realizing I was in front of it.
Taking a step further was not only a mistake, but that was the moment my knees felt the sharp edge of the table.
Wincing in pain, my fingers gave way, losing their grip on the tray.
It was a crash!
Sharp sounds of glasses shattering across the floor snapping through the noise louder than anything else.
Watching everything fall. My breath caught as my eyes dropped to the shattered bottle. The 1945 DRC… ruined.
I stared at the shattered bottle, then at the shoes I had just ruined.
What have I done…
My throat went dr
y as panic settled in, my body frozen, my heart pounding wildly against my chest.
Slowly… I raised my head.
And then I saw him.
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