CHAPTER 31
BELLA'S POV
"I have experience, and I swear I won’t cause any trouble," I pleaded, my voice trembling as I blinked back the sting of unshed tears.
The middle-aged woman shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line as she stood in the doorway. "Sorry, we’re not hiring."
I nodded politely, forcing a small smile. "Okay, thank you for your time."
As I turned to leave, I felt her gaze sweep over me one last time. Disdain flickered in her eyes—an expression I had seen far too many times today. I clenched my jaw, swallowing the lump in my throat, and pulled out the crumpled newspaper cutout from my pocket.
I scanned the listing: “6th, Summerfield Valley. Help needed.” With a sigh, I struck it off my list.
It was the fourth rejection today. Every place had a vacancy sign, y
