ANABEL'S POV
I stood in front of the lounge, checking the time on my phone one last time. Eight o'clock, right on schedule for my first evening shift. I'd already signed the paperwork, already accepted the terms, already told myself there was no turning back now. All I had to do was get through it, do my job as a waitress, avoid drawing attention to myself, steer clear of that rude manager, and stay out of trouble. If I could manage just that much, I told myself, I wouldn't have any problems here.
I took a slow breath, pushed the doors open, and stepped inside.
The whole place was already alive, music thumping through the speakers, lights sweeping across the room in slow, colorful arcs, exactly the same as the first night I'd walked through those doors, the night I still tried not to th
