(Martha's POV)
When I arrived at Silver's Restaurant, the magnificent two-story building stood before me.
As I attempted to rush in, even though I hadn't changed out of my dress, the manager, Mrs. Judith, saw me and called to my attention.
"Martha! Why are you arriving at this time?"
I stilled and turned to face her.
Judith Robin was a 35-year-old woman. She was a single mother of two children, a girl who was 10 and a boy who was 8 years old. However, she poured her frustration on us.
"Ma, I woke up late and I couldn't find a cab to bring me early to work," I lied, but Judith shook her head. Her expression was firm.
"Martha, do I need to remind you that this is a luxury restaurant? First, we prioritize looking neat, and you strode in here with the dirty dress that you wore last nigh
