One year later, Damian and I decided to renew our vows on our anniversary.
The day before the ceremony, we stopped by one of the Moretti hotels to go over the final arrangements. We had barely entered the lobby when a wineglass slipped from a server's hand, splashing red wine all over a guest.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
The woman hurriedly grabbed a handful of napkins and tried to blot the wine from the guest's clothes. A manager rushed over to apologize, then turned to the server with a sharp look.
"Chloe, that's your third mistake this month. If you can't handle the job, you can leave."
I stopped at the sound of her name.
Chloe was wearing a server's uniform that didn't quite fit, her hair pinned up in a messy knot. She had lost so much weight that even makeup couldn't hide the exh
