Selena’s POV
The scent of sizzling garlic and butter filled the air and my oversensitive nose decided it was poison and I needed to throw up right then and there. Luckily, working with foods all day, I’d gotten used to ignoring my hormonal brain’s tantrums and wiped down the counter for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
The dinner rush had finally died down, leaving behind the usual post-chaos lull. My feet ached and my back was sore, but I couldn’t ask to sit down since – to everybody else – I was just some chubby Latina who needed to stop being “lazy” and “treat my body like a temple”…
Some people got their audacity on sale, I swear!
“If that woman had sent one more plate back, I would have throw the whole damn thing at her!” Magro’s booming voice rang out from the kitchen,
