Aria POV
By the next week, everyone knew.
Not just the staff at Rosewood Bistro.
Everyone.
Customers whispered the moment Lucien Devereux walked in. Girls openly stared at our table whenever I served him, while businessmen nearby watched me with curiosity like I had suddenly become some rare creature.
It was uncomfortable.
Very uncomfortable.
“You’re famous now,” Mia announced dramatically while wiping glasses.
I nearly choked on air. “Please stop saying that.”
“You should see social media.”
“I absolutely should not.”
Unfortunately, she showed me anyway.
A blurry picture of me serving Lucien had somehow spread online.
The comments were worse.
Who is she?
She’s pretty for a waitress.
Lucien Devereux finally interested in someone?
Probably another gold digger.
That last com
