Aria’s POV
The sun had barely risen when I dragged myself out of bed, feeling a wave of nausea hit me like a freight train. Morning sickness was a cruel joke, and today of all days, I needed to be at my best. It was my first day at work, and I wasn’t about to let anything, not even my rebellious stomach, ruin it.
I forced myself through my morning routine, slipping into the simple black uniform provided by the restaurant. As I examined my reflection in the mirror, I took a deep breath. “You can do this,” I whispered to myself before grabbing my bag and heading out.
The restaurant, a cozy Italian place nestled in the heart of town, was already bustling when I arrived. The scent of fresh garlic and simmering tomato sauce filled the air, making my stomach churn again. I swallowed down the
