Eve’s POV
The restaurant had never felt so alive.
The moment Miter announced that the entire evening had been booked for a private party by the Macintires, excitement rippled through the staff like electricity. Tables were dressed in their finest linen, crystal glasses gleamed under the chandeliers, and the kitchen hummed with a restless energy. Everyone knew what it meant: if tonight went well, Rodrigo’s could ascend into a league they had only dreamed of.
But for Evelyn, it was a nightmare.
She tied her apron at her waist, her hands trembling as she tightened the knot. Every whisper from the staff, every side glance, every half-sentence left unsaid still echoed in her head from the day before. The wanted ad might have been pulled down, but she knew people hadn’t forgotten. Her shame
