CHAPTER 32
BELLA'S POV
"Okay, just one more," I muttered to myself, steadying the tray with one hand. My arms already aching from the morning rush.
It was more chaotic than I had expected. I couldn't help but feel nervous. The moment I stepped onto the polished floors, heard these murmuring conversations, and clinking glassware made me feel out of place.
I was getting the hang of it; all I had to do was make sure to clear empty plates, take orders, and move quickly. Everything was fine... until it wasn’t.
I was carrying a cup of coffee when my foot caught on something. And before I could regain my balance, the entire cup tipped forward, drenching the man in front of me.
The liquid soaked into his crisp white shirt, turning the pristine fabric into a stained mess. A hush fell over the
