Elisa's POV
I looked up at the woman who had her face squeezed like she ate bitter lemon!. What is she thinking?
Embarrassing the lady wasn't just going to make her look bad but her restaurant will soon have a very bad name.
“Excuse me, madam!” I said as I picked my napkin and dabbed my mouth. “How may I help you?” She asked.
“Isabella might have wronged you but I don't think this is the right way to call her to order and I must say she was not slacking off, she was working!”
I said and the woman looked down at my table and sneered. “Do you call this work? Serving you the least of our dishes is what you call work? And who are you to educate me on how to deal with her?”
She asked and I was speechless, what sort of woman is this? What does she take me for? A pauper??
I was still bo
