Camila’s POV
"Do you want anything else?" I asked, taking note of the order.
"No, that's all."
I smiled at the customer and turned around to take the order to the kitchen.
"Oh, wait, bring me a coffee too, please."
"Of course, I'll bring it."
I went to the kitchen and left the order in its place, leaned against the counter for a second, and lifted my feet to rest them.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, it's just... I feel like I've had a hard time adjusting."
Since I left the Donald mansion, I thought about how I could reinvent myself. I was worried because I didn't think I could start from scratch. But despite my difficult moments, luck has been on my side.
A few days ago.
"Where should I drop you off, Miss Wellington?" the driver asks.
"I don't know," I replied, clueless.
I looked o
