Tia
A gasp rippled through the room, but before I could react, a cold, sharp voice cut through the silence.
“Are you out of your mind?”
I looked up to see a woman standing before me, her perfectly manicured hand still clutching an empty glass and her fury was entirely directed at me.
“You dare to bump into my precious body and who even let you in here?” She spat, eyes blazing.
“I swear, the staff have been getting so careless lately,” she continued angrily.
She turned sharply toward a passing waiter, her voice ringing through the room.
“Get the manager. I want this cheap waitress fired immediately.”
Silence fell.
I could barely process what had just happened—her words, the warm trickle of wine against my skin, the weight of a hundred eyes watching, waiting.
I wasn’t a wai
